She was crying. Oh gosh, nothing was worse than a child who was crying. Not the sound or anything, but the faces they made. It was enough to break a man's heart, even someone as hard hearted as Brus. He sighed, and offered a hand.
"Are you from a place called North.... something." He took a moment to remember what the man had said. "Northaven?"
He'd wait for an answer before straightening up. "Come on, there's a group of people this way. Maybe one of them knows who your mother is, or any of those other people you said."
Beatrix
"Are you from a place called North.... something." He took a moment to remember what the man had said. "Northaven?"
He'd wait for an answer before straightening up. "Come on, there's a group of people this way. Maybe one of them knows who your mother is, or any of those other people you said."
Beatrix
