Broken Antler Fen All Burned Away

The stranger seemed to halt their crying for only a moment. They turned to look at Lucy and she shrunk slightly, making herself appear smaller, less interesting for this beast. The stranger spoke, inquiring as to what she was doing out there all by herself. Lucy's brow furrowed only slightly and her lips parted. She gaped at him for only a moment before responding with carefully chosen words, “I'm always alone.” It was a matter-of-fact statement. She seemed to have found some strength in her voice as she said it, too. The young girl had been alone for almost her entire first year of life. She had survived merely on luck, and even then; tragedy seemed to find her more frequently than luck did.

“I used to live here, too,” she then added, watching the argent male with a careful gaze.