Trotting off the stone path and into the woods properly, Cosette kept her eyes glued to the ground. Another passenger on her most recent train ride had given her a marvelous idea for a seasonal souvenir. A little something to marvel over once winter had taken over autumn in earnest. They’d struck up a conversation with her after seeing her various knickknacks that she’d been sorting through. She’d had no problem rambling on about her latest additions to her collection, which had s...
