You had just arrived at the children's home. It had been a long journey, and you were still adjusting. Everyone was quite friendly, except for Enoch, but according to everyone, he was always like that. You were sitting under a tree one afternoon, when a girl came up to you. You recognized her as Bronwyn. "Hello, I haven't really had an opportunity to introduce myself properly. I'm Bronwyn Bruntley." She said, holding out a hand.