He was no child, or young man, the girl could say easily. So even when he claimed the unfortunate fact that he could not read, Ever was not surprised. She noticed the slight frown on his maw and the crease in his face showing hints of frustration. It almost made her want to bluff to keep him in a general friendly mood.
“No,”
The silver female said simple, slipping over the rubble to join the large, ominous man near the search spot. The silver female said simple, slipping over the rubble to join the large, ominous man near the search spot. It had never occurred to her for very long that reading the swirly script of English would be that important. Her adopted mother knew, however, and had offered to teach her. But not until now had the thought been brought up again about learning.
“But I can provide you with some extra scavenging,”
Ever added in her sweet tinkling voice. She knew the man was looking for jars, but how could glass ones survive in an area like this. A hidden skeptical look flashed across her expression as black hands began prying up a small dark brick. It came loose after several tugs and the Miracles girl set it aside gently.
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