Chandea, Year of Severus, 16, I.R., the 1st day of Winter, Broken Springs
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"It's too dangerous to go out now, kid." Adaloun sternly answered the distraught child.
The child wiped the snot dangling from his nose all the while looking at the far end of the dark vastness of the forest.
"B-but my family…" The child's voice trembled. "T-they would—" He bit his lip and without saying another word, he went back to the snowy path, digging at the snow as fast as he could to advance his distance.
But he was just too weak to move another footling further. The child collapsed on the ground once again, Adaloun had to pick him up in his arms once more. The child felt cold. The poor boy shivered as the harsh winter breeze blew its icy breath.
Adaloun's skin prickled, albeit he was never bothered by the cold. However, he couldn't jeopardize the child's safety out in the cold.
