Bitterroot Valley is there even a way to tell them apart?

mhm, replies ezra when sega mentions he learns to take what the land gives him. he is intimately familiar with that: having had to learn too young that the land could be merciful or cruel.

the compliment about his eyes: sharp and noticing was also attributed to growing up too fast. with his mother's wasting illness that only progressed as they moved through the wilds, trying to escape her ex and family that had spurned them had given ezra no choice. he'd had to learn, to keep himself and his mother alive.

even if, he thinks with a pang of grief despite his best attempt to move on from it, trying to help her had only been a battle he was destined to lose.

i grew up quick. ezra offers, haunted, there for a heartbeat and gone in the next.

i still say i vould like to see it. snorts the stoneson, amused, as he follows sega into the morning light; steps surefooted as he keeps close to his leader.