Rhiannon
The stranger, as it turned out, was a young girl, perhaps in her mid to late teens by Rhiannon’s estimation. Although the soldier wasn’t older by that much, she was struck by how young the girl looked. ”Oh, uh, no problem,” she offered. She hadn’t really meant anything by her outburst, and this girl was hardly old enough to even be here. Rhiannon supposed she had run around a fair bit when she was that age, but she still couldn’t help but wonder where the girl’s parents were.
Then she took in the girl’s appearance, noting the apprentice smock. Ah, that made sense, then. ”Barracks are that way,” Rhiannon said, pointing back the way she’d come. Then, taking pity on the stranger, she said, ”Here, give me some of those. I’ll show you the way.”
Then she took in the girl’s appearance, noting the apprentice smock. Ah, that made sense, then. ”Barracks are that way,” Rhiannon said, pointing back the way she’d come. Then, taking pity on the stranger, she said, ”Here, give me some of those. I’ll show you the way.”
they say looks can kill and I might try
