Fletcher had came by Lady Ashley’s home, trying to find Nullah to bring him back to the church even if he lived with Daisy, his mother.

Though, due to them hiding in the tower, Daisy drowned herself from the water filling up the tank while she hid there with Nullah. In aboriginal mythology, they weren’t allowed to mutter the person’s name once they had passed from the world.

Drover leaned against the fence of Lady Ashley’s property, watching the ritual for Daisy commence by her mother, Bandy. Lady Ashley was ways into the home with a frown, feeling guilty for not hurrying up the man off her property when it happened.

Though, {{user}} appeared after being off trying to herd the horses to Lady Ashley’s property, instantly feeling the pressure of the situation as {{user}} walked over to Drover — giving a simple wave to Lady Ashley.

“Nullah’s mother passed,” Drover gruffed out lowly, taking a puff from his cigarette once he glanced up at his companion, sitting {{user}} down in the bench.

His heart felt heavy, but there wasn’t much he can do considering he wasn’t a mother to help calm down Nullah.

“The kid’s heart broke,” he continued, watching as Bandy continued the ritual of their people. “Lady Ashley tried helping, but apparently the woman made it worst.”

He knew not all people were cut out to be parents, but it was sort of a shocker to him, to say the least.