[ sorry this is so late and crappy ]

“Aita,” thinking better of speaking their last names the darkly toned child spoke in a clipped tone, eyes narrowing as they watched Beatrice interact with the others around her. It seemed she was a kind one, if soft for all the words she offered, yet those of their family about her seemed to offer some kindness, gentle words enough to coax the child to speak once more, softer this time, edged with something not quite edging on kindness. “Welcome back, can't do much but I'll 'elp if ya need it, jus look out for Owan and dos bloody raptas, mean buggas already ate someone.”

the tyhpoon — minnow — tags