Wapun Meadow The road is getting hard to see

Etienne shifted and studied the behemoth in front of him. He had eyes like sea glass. And his coat reminded Etienne of the mountains in the winter. But there was a quietness to him that spoke of things that Etienne could only imagine. And perhaps he didn't want too? Perhaps this man had been through more than his share of bad things. LIke Eti himself.

Wut do you be preferin? Fred or Frederick? You can call me Eti, if you like. A firm nod. Golden eyes studying again.

Etienne smiled softly. The creek 'as 'elped my sister and dat is all I ask. I need not'ing from dem. Dey 'ave 'elped 'er and dat is enough for me. Dey 'ave treated me well.