Barrow Fields While we walk the pilgrim pathway

a crisis had befallen this man's pack in the past. sobeille listened with one ear turned forward, the other one pulled back.

sweetharbor. the name should have familiarity to sobeille, but it did not.

she nosed the rising wind between them, noting a tiredness had sunk into the man's gaze. he was patient to deal with sobeille's barrage of questions.

a normal custom would be to extend condolences upon hearing of hardship. sobeille did not feel compelled to offer such things. she leaned on the fish in thought.

for once, the girl said nothing.