Swiftcurrent Creek my name in your mouth, that was all it took

A friend of her uncle Etienne, is his claim. Ears twitch, and her hard stare seems unfaltering - though it's difficult to take her too seriously at her age and runt size. Why? She asks, nose scrunching. Did you do something?

Surely her uncle could feed himself, so for what reason was he bringing him a meal? It made little sense to her.

For Leonore, this was her first experience with someone who could be truly considered an outsider. She wasn't too sure of what to think; maybe that they smelled a bit funny? It was definitely different.