Altar of Twilight there’s a galaxy hidden

the girl's speech and intents seem to belong to someone much older than herself. Cinnamon and her siblings had certainly not had the same maturity as this girl when they were young; until a few months prior, their lives had been sheltered, secure. she does not think the girl's maturity is a bad thing, only slightly worrying. if her own maturity came late, and she lived a sheltered life, it is only too easy to assume the girl's thus far has been anything but. 

"the fen," she echoes, attempting to puzzle out if she'd ever passed by a fen. her curiosity certainly piqued and determined to learn more of this girl and her family. she's not entirely comfortable leaving her alone yet, either. "what are they like?"