Shadow Mountain And I will fall from your sweet height to prove that all I am is meant to

Anselm was young, but not so young to not realize normal was relative. He thought his family was normal - but as it turns out, normal was just what you were accustomed to, and only that. Somewhere out there, there was another Anselm who had a dad with one eye and a mom with a weird accent -- but it wasn't him.

Reverie sounded cowed. Anselm's gaze swept her a moment before he let out another sigh. He supposed he could forgive her. I'm Anselm. I live over there. He gestured behind him vaguely; clearly, he'd yet to meet a dangerous stranger and had no concept of how unsafe it was to tell someone where he lived. What about you? Are you okay?