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[color=teal]Lyra[/color] sighed, and continued to watch the little child toil away passively, until the winds blew.  Lyra, too, had to cover her eyes, but it was then that a sudden realization came over her as she saw the dust fly and the boy's bones press against the cloth :

He looked far too similar to the children she used to see as a child.  Hungry, hollow-eyed, dressed in whatever one could scrounge.  His acts, while a great deal more docile, were almost too cautious for a child to have.  If nothing else, it was that he had the lack of any adult guidance in spite of his rather miserable condition.

She hoped it wasn't the same for most in Avveel, but...perhaps the Kingdom was faring worse than she thought.

'Tween the gusts, Lyra approached Saatur more closely, until she could grab him by the shoulder.  Still, she continued to be soft; harshness was a poison that stung even her indirectly.

[color=teal]"...Saatur...you need to eat and rest.  Your mum wouldn't be happy if you keeled over from starvation, would she?  I'll help you find the detemine later, I promise."[/color]

There could be a number of reasons why the village didn't want the boy here, but it wasn't too unlikely that he was simply cast aside as an unwanted burden.