On the camp not many of the men spoke to Serena. If anything they did their best to avoid her. Once she'd proven herself as decent with an axe as any of them and capable of taming eagles in addition to that, it seemed they hadn't known what to do with her.
Which was fine by Serena. She'd never been fond of idle conversation and the only words that had meaning to her were her husband's.
Here, all she has is her son. And grateful as she is for his survival – and whatever magic brought her here so that he could survive – she's lonely. And lost. So when a stranger asks her a question, she betrays her instinct to brush him off. "I do," she says. "I need to find my way to Chelsea Cloisters, only I haven't the slightest clue how to use the phones they have here."
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Which was fine by Serena. She'd never been fond of idle conversation and the only words that had meaning to her were her husband's.
Here, all she has is her son. And grateful as she is for his survival – and whatever magic brought her here so that he could survive – she's lonely. And lost. So when a stranger asks her a question, she betrays her instinct to brush him off. "I do," she says. "I need to find my way to Chelsea Cloisters, only I haven't the slightest clue how to use the phones they have here."