amanda’s Reviews > Trill Changes Her Tune > Status Update

no proper apologizing smh

“Whistles are a fairy tradition,” he said, loudly enough for everyone to hear. “They’re made from blades of grass. It’s just plain crazy to try to improve them. In fact, Never Land music doesn’t need any improvements. Change can only cause trouble.” He pointed at the ruined cupcakes on the ground.
Lyra flew next to Cleff. “I agree with Cleff.”

fuck off both of you

strad is gorgeous oh my

"She opened one eye, then the other. Everyone was staring at her!"

the secondhand embarrassment

"But if she went with Beck and Fawn, she’d have to think of things to say.
Trill liked Beck. She liked Fawn, too.
But she didn’t know them very well. What would she talk about? Probably she’d wind up saying nothing at all and just getting in the way."

very relatable