17 Taytra
Taytra trots along, scanning the camp for any stragglers. They haven’t been in this camp that long and the majority of them have very few possessions, so most are doing fine. There are a few mothers that look rather frantic as they order their family members around, attempting to organize their household.
“Lady Taytra,” one woman calls, coming over to her side. Her little son follows her over, and she piles the clothes she had in her arms onto him. “Go on Alfie, take these to Papa. I will be back in a second.” She pats him on the bum to hurry him off. “Lady Taytra, please be honest with me. How close are the Dark Ones? Are they coming to take us back?” She glances off at her son. “He just got used to running around like a normal child again. I don’t want him to go back into t
