03-29-2020, 10:57 PM
[div style="max-width: 425px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30px; opacity: 0.70; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 10px;"]When she'd woken up that morning, the child hadn't expected there to be new faces in the Pitt, let alone a temporary one. Her nose wrinkled at the thought and her ears pinned to her head as she trudged her way out from her own little space, making her way into the camp as she looked over the Pittian and the child before him, unrecognizing both but noticing the name Roan seemed to speak. Roux. She'd heard it before.
It was the kid in Tanglewood that had spoken that name to her, and her eyes would blink in surprise. How could they be related to each other? They looked nothing alike! "You! Roan!" The kid would bark out, eyes focused directly on the other, "Why's your last name Roux, and where's Ó Foaláin come from? You don't look nothin' like Atticus, so you can't be related." She shouldn't care, but she couldn't help but be curious.
She didn't even mind that he was here temporarily any more.
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It was the kid in Tanglewood that had spoken that name to her, and her eyes would blink in surprise. How could they be related to each other? They looked nothing alike! "You! Roan!" The kid would bark out, eyes focused directly on the other, "Why's your last name Roux, and where's Ó Foaláin come from? You don't look nothin' like Atticus, so you can't be related." She shouldn't care, but she couldn't help but be curious.
She didn't even mind that he was here temporarily any more.
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