05-26-2020, 09:07 PM
From Leroy's experiences, children oft slept through the early morning. It was weird. They were such light sleepers at the beginning of nightfall, and typically woke up at the slightest noise to either wail their guts out or shit. However, during the time of day where the sun was only beginning to rise, waking up was like the last thing that kids wanted to do. Hence the surprise he felt coming across the wee Asvini at the present hour. She looked like she'd been stricken with with grief or shock (Leroy didn't know his emotions), and blustering in the soft morning wind near her figure was a note of sorts, which may have been the source of her strife.
"Hey, little one," he says, cautiously approaching her small frame, "d'you mind readin' what's on that there letter? I can't fuckin' read."
"Hey, little one," he says, cautiously approaching her small frame, "d'you mind readin' what's on that there letter? I can't fuckin' read."