Swiftcurrent Creek count the stars that are shining in your eye

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The boy was not privy to the examinations - or the emotions - which ran through the woman. He drank. He waited for her to speak, and when she did, he froze and let the creek water drip from his lips. Then, turning to face her in time to hear her flurry of vocalized chaos, his ears shot forwards upon his head.

Looking evermore like the father he did not remember, his eyes squinted. Tryphon took a step towards the ember and commented, Mother?

Within his eyes was a sliver of concern, and then his visage darkened. He stopped, lingering only a few steps from the lonely crone, and repeated more firmly: What do you know of my mother, Caiaphas? He had not seen her in so long, Tryphon presumed she had perished.

He did not know of the pain his quiet words could cause.

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