Letha had always been fond of children. In her life before, when she was darkened to the rest of the world by her hearing loss, children had always been kind to her. Their communication did not always involve as many words as those her own age. It was surely with the help of her younger siblings for this to be the case as well, this love for children. When she did not want the company of others -- peers or older -- she always welcomed the presence of her siblings. Their expectations of her were far lighter.
Letha pursed her lips, gripping her chin as she exaggerated her thinking. "Hmmm...." She hummed, narrowing her eyes and looking beyond the child. "I wonder..." She rocked forward to sit on her knees, looking hard around them for what the child could have spied. "Ah, yes, I've got it! Is it the fog?"
L e t h a
Where will I find peace other than in oblivion?
