Left for Seraphina and Ingrid to find is a small scrapbook. Candid shots taken by a phone’s less than stellar camera of the three of them together, and apart. Intermixed with the printed photos are light sketches of Sera’s and Ingrid’s distinctive features, with ideas and musings drawn for outfits and various occasions to wear them in.

There’s a note tucked into the pages.

Sera, Ingrid, I’m sorry to have gone, but I don’t regret knowing either of you, and even though there was pain, I don’t regret Pledging to the Selva Oscura but I do regret leaving. If I didn’t have to, I wouldn’t and I’m going to miss you guys so much.
But you both have my number, call me anytime!
Love, Mhairi