Broken Antler Fen life's like this

The look the stranger gave her was one she recognized as one that sometimes came when someone was thinking, and Jasmine wondered what answers she would get. Then again, it was also a look she'd seen on mama's face a lot. Jasmine was used to getting that look, with a bag of mixed results.

In any case, she understood what the stranger was trying to do, but Jasmine had decided she wouldn't go back, not without answers to that question she didn't even have the words to express.

"No." she said, with a firm shake of her head, and she sunk her weight toward her toes, in case the stranger tried to pick her up and carry her without consent. "No, no, no." Augh! She had to know something that came close to describing her abstract thought, but she knew so very little. With a dramatic swing of her head she shouted, "Sad! Why's sad!"