But I'm Too Young To Worry

[Larkspur D'Angelo]

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Living without a pack was proving to be a burden in this cooling weather. His horse was lacking in food, and he knew she would need more to make it through the winter. Though it had only been a few weeks, he could feel himself getting weaker. Not by much, but enough to concern him. He would need to do better. He could not afford to die yet.

Larkspur laughed. It was a bitter, harsh thing. “Yer father ruined ya. He didn’t teach ya nothin’ ‘bout the family. Let that stupid whore ruin his bloodline.” He held up one arm, displaying the white scars that spoke the language of the dead and foretold a prophecy to those who could read it. “Y’ain’t nothin’ but bad blood. Y’ain’t a true D’Angelo.”

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