Swiftcurrent Creek Winter is a cruel creature

Fhómhair. Fall. "Fhómhair." She repeated, tasting the language on her tongue. It was fun to stretch herself, to learn something new, especially since it was something dear to her friend. Kaskara had few friends, but those friends she held close to her heart, and would do anything to make them happy. She hoped Kieran would be happy in their new home, wherever that may be.

"Of course you're not," she teased with a laugh. "Nobody is as good as people think. But that's okay, Kieran. People have secrets and pasts to hide from. That doesn't mean they're bad." At least not in her eyes. Kaskara had her own past, too, though she wasn't hiding from it. She was proud of her upbringing, of her childhood, though she knew now that it was unconventional for most. That didn't mean it was bad.