It was a scolding hot day, and Darry was working on a roof for a local higher up of the town. He was hammering down panels and slammed his finger with the hammer.

He muttered a few curses under his breath as he climbed down the ladder, but his eyes caught someone. A little Soc, presumably the child of the higher up, setting down a pack of water for the men working.

His heart ached, but not in the same way his finger did. He never thought he could feel this way, let alone towards a Soc.