Seaside Moors Broken Lungs

Rosalyn had of course noticed her daughter's quiet.  It was not alarming to her... at least, not yet. But she noted it with the same manner that she noted traits of the others... a pattern, one to watch and to see how it grew as they did.  That didn't mean she didn't try, though.

What do you see, little one? she asked, as Chacal moved from her side to look outside.  Her own good eye glanced past as well, but saw nothing.  It was automatic - with little ones to watch, danger could come in many forms.