Lost Creek Hollow mezcal

it was too much for a child to bear. silvertongue held that child and started to weep herself. "no, no, you only did not know, shadowpup, how could you? there was no way for you to know this. i only left, i left you behind. that is all you knew, mi dulce." a breath, shaking; it was too late to call her mother and too late to ask, and she did not want to ask for a title she had not earned. "i tried to keep you safe from it. that was the wrong thing to do, i know now. but you, you did nothing wrong, comprende?"