Sun Mote Copse whispering her wishes to the threads

oops this turned into a heavier post than i expected LOL. feel free to respond again or archive!

veteran struck her as shy at times; it seemed out of place in the boy, but antha thought little of it. he was still so young, and even the most stable children seemed to fluctuate as they settled into themselves.

they often sought approval, too, as they grew into the images they held of who they might become, which was exactly what veteran seemed to be doing now. antha nodded, pleasantly surprised to find a new admiration for lane in his words. she had taught him well.

your mother is right, she agreed easily, praise in her tone. i've found that sometimes the best path is reached by taking steps that may not feel right. sometimes the only choice is between survival and morality; we can't always have both. that's why we strive to do good when and where we can. we give all that we're able, so when the time comes we can take what we need and know that we did our best. that we deserve to survive. the witch kept this last, heaviest thought to herself. veteran would learn to question these things in time, if he possessed the inclination. antha half-hoped he didn't.