Not Happy
In the shadow of one of the Mansion's ruined walls sits a child. She's no more than two, a tiny dignified person like a bronze statuette, all golden-brown skin and brown-gold hair. Only her eyes are a startling grey; they give her an eerie, wise look.
Until she rocks back and forth a bit, peering around her, screws up her face and sets to howling at the top of her healthy lungs.
[Typist: Athena is from Elizabeth Wein's The Lion Hunter. Because poor Telemakos has to have someone he recognizes. XD ...don't kill me?]
Until she rocks back and forth a bit, peering around her, screws up her face and sets to howling at the top of her healthy lungs.
[Typist: Athena is from Elizabeth Wein's The Lion Hunter. Because poor Telemakos has to have someone he recognizes. XD ...don't kill me?]