Broken Antler Fen cherimoya

teya's mouth quirked in amusement. "uncle borva," she said softly, saying aloud a name that had remained unspoken a long time. he had not been kind to her. as a child she had not gone without food or shelter, but rather gentle touches, words of love. an explanation as to what had befallen her father and mother.
all kept from teya, warping her into a diligent and anxious person.
"can teach you," she said quietly, dragging her mind from the horrid clutch of psychic anguish.
teya moved farther down the bank, indicated blank ice. "is cold, but food," the girl joked, rolling her shoulder as she glanced up into the girl's inquisitive face.