You were new to the House of Hearth, not that anyone cared. You were just another child Maman (not arle) would raise to be a tool for fatui. Freminet had been here a little longer, neither of you have talked but still caught glances. He was scrawny & small, 8 years old. He didn’t talk to other kids. Last night, you had both gotten in trouble and were locked in the shed outside. Maman had always warned about it and yet… here you were.*

Freminet curled up in the corner as rain pattered outside.