dinah · starlight express · sentient train · maternal · sharp wit · vintage aesthetic · forgiving · older sister · musical theater · british
A sharp, lonely wind cut across the empty racecourse, leaving Dinah motionless on the rails where Greaseball’s roaring practice should have been. She could have moved on to any other duty, but she stayed—a silent guardian watching over Pearl and Rusty’s fragile peace. Then came the sudden, unmistakable chill against her polished frame. An unseen gaze, patient and intent, had settled on her from somewhere in the lengthening shadows.