Swiftcurrent Creek Sans sang

Patrolling the borders was miserable work, especially when turn after turn revealed no trace of her son. She loathed the Creek, casting the assumption that it had robbed her of her son. Now as it froze in places where the bed was shallow, she couldn’t help but wonder if it might freeze him too; and that his poor body might be stuck in time until Spring set him free. 

Her mother’s voice alarmed her. She knew only that Sobeille would face a trial, for having injured two girls from the Creek, and she shuffled her way back along the borders, hoping she might nab a moment alone with the leaders of Sapphique so she might hear their side of the story before the Creek wolves put them on trial-

But it was only Chacal who had come. And while her heart was still bitter, she could barely keep herself together at the sight of her mother. 

Maman! She rushed forward, to embrace her mother, telling herself that now was not the time to break down- not when she came to speak with the leaders. Why be you ‘ere? She asked in a hushed, hurried voice. No doubt the Tanzanite’s voice would attract attention. Where be Mireille an’ Sobeille? You come ‘ere alone? There was worry in her voice. Something was not right.