Barrow Fields i need not one thing more

her father — he had visited these shores, and mona turned her gaze upon the sea-serpent for whom he had come. the other's sharp words did not now torment the mayfair as they had some minutes before; her mouth curved in a wan smile that for a moment belied her years, heavy with a weariness that did not yet show upon her youthful visage.
"alive, my mother. but i ran away from them both." running her tongue along her jawline, mona rolled her narrow shoulders in an exaggerated shrug. "i wanted to know about him from someone other than her," the girl responded in a tone that trembled at its edges, so immediate and great her guilt for dismissing beloved rowan in such a manner.