Dawnlark Plains friends and liars dont wait for me

Although she didn’t play as often as he believed, he admired her stamina; perhaps, had things been different early in his life, he would also be able to maintain himself. Alas, that simply was not the case—but perhaps it could be.

He cocked his head at her question—then tossed it to the opposite side—considering the proposal. Other children with whom he could play versus the home he’d left behind that was void of any such thing. Why, it was a no-brainer. “Can I?” he asked, wanting to be certain. “I’d like that. No one at the glacier ever wants to play.” Not with him, anyways. But maybe that was how it had to be—how it was supposed to be, when a mother wants nothing to do with her son.