The boy carefully eyed his surroundings. The rocky, dry ground by the mountain side wasn't exactly the place where one would expect to find a flower. When
Lyra suddenly came to his level he seemingly jumped a bit again; as if she had pulled him out mid-thought.
"What color is it? Is your mother sick?", she asked him. When
Abel came down he actually turned to look at them again.
"You wouldn't happen to know what type of flower it is, would you?"Still a bit apprehensive but not equally troubled as before the thin built boy looked down to his now dusty and dirty bare feet. Under his breath he said,
"Mommy is not sick. She is very, very sad." The boy lifted his eyes towards
Steven that now stood next to Lyra.
"I wanted to find a detèmine. I heard from the shoemaker that he had see one somewhere here by the gate. It is lavender, almost white." The timid voice began to tremble slightly as he again turned to continue his search behind another, this time a bigger boulder that cast a shadow around it's root.
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