Wild Berry Meadow If you keep on believing..

she would remain wary of the man, but her focus was on this little one. nutu. it was an easy name for her to grasp, and so zharille accepted it as fact. there rest of what the girl said - something about aaba, whatever that was - went in one ear, out the other.

my man mesen, he bring food. you eat. be strong. there was no part of zharille that thought of where the girl might have come from. similarly, the ogre did not begin to entertain the thought of returning her to any place or people.

mine her posture had said; and that was how this girl would survive, as the apple of the ogre's eye. at least, until her own children came around - they would then take priority.