Swiftcurrent Creek that noble and most sovereign reason

she has barely put distance between herself an the sapling when a child inserts himself in her path, young still and hardly older than a couple months. she's immediately somewhat more alert - the last batch of youngsters at Morningside had been more than difficult to raise and it's made her somewhat more wary of children around this one's age. 

the language he speaks is not unfamiliar - she'd bothered Kieran enough in their youth to teach her a few words, but in all honesty, languages have not been her strong suit. "dawn," she offers, and arches a brow. "I don't speak french."