Dallas, by Sass
 
Sass can write, but he wants me to.  I don't know.

This is Dallas.  She seems to have taken care of the children inside (or tried to) for a long time now.  I met her recently, in a field at 1:00 in the morning while we were on a walk.  I'm not sure alone in a field in the middle of the night was when she wanted to meet me, things being what they are, but she dealt with it pretty well.  She's very smart, and very nice, and she seems to know a lot about what's going inside, which means she can help a lot.  Oh, and there's, like, eight bars of light that come out of her right eye.  Which is pretty shway.

-Robbie