Wapun Meadow imfou

And then it clicked
Remnants of a song that was sung on an island. A lost little boy. Etienne stopped moving as the pieces fell into place.

I remember now. I was explorin' so little. I made my way to de isle. You were singin'. Den we ran to you w'en de bear attacked. I am or was from Sapp'ique. You know my matant Mireille.

He shook hia head as he tried tocgain a thread on the where and the why.

To Sleepy Fox 'ollow. It is dere dat your dodder be. Anselm is leader you uh know 'im yes? I don't, not proper to speak of liasons. Uh de one you. he coughd. ' e smelled like you. Jus' dis way.

A blush stained his cheeks as he shifted.