Luneshale Pass A sinner once a sinner twice

lose a puppy, kill a mother, silence a father -- it was hard to love anything, much less herself, the older she became.

this puppy grew. qiao made sure she fed it well. it wanted for little, besides the affection of a mother -- this she could not give.

the day would come where all her efforts here would be for something magnificent.

 today, the boy found her murmuring, binding the sharp end of an antler with an aniti's curse. she felt his gaze upon her and lifted one eye, noticing the dribble of riverwater which darkened his chin. tch, it is rude to stare child. what is it you want?