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Zjendjan is sitting outside, close to the mansion, but hopefully hidden behind a bush, staring intently at a poppy. There were poppies outside his house in Podlasye. His older sisters used to make them into wreaths and force him to wear them when he was younger and his brothers would laugh at him and then he would get upset until his mother gave him some honey to remind him of the sweetness in life. And soon he would smile again and run off to play with the Berkowitz boys down the way. Zjen hasn't seen his home since he entered his master's service over a year ago and now he doubts that he will ever see it again.
Despite how Zjen often acts, he is still a sixteen year old boy underneath it all. And right now he is a homesick sixteen year old boy. But he is trying valiantly to hide that fact. It isn't working well. Feel free to distract him.
Despite how Zjen often acts, he is still a sixteen year old boy underneath it all. And right now he is a homesick sixteen year old boy. But he is trying valiantly to hide that fact. It isn't working well. Feel free to distract him.