Cardamon watched the boy sleep, his face peaceful, for once. He had fallen asleep as soon as he had entered the house and had stayed asleep for 2 days. On the 3rd day, Cardamon's mother had made him some broth, and the boy had taken small sips of it and had fallen asleep again. 276Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkzPWLxWQvl
"Hey," Cardamon muttered, poking the boy in the cheek. The boy stirred but didn't wake. "Come on! Wake up!" She shook the boy, and his eyes snapped open, his gaze darting around wildly. Cardamon grabbed his hand. "Come on! Mama wants you to eat something." She explained, leading him into the kitchen. Cardamon's mother glanced at the two.
"Cardamon, I'm going into town. I need you to watch the boy while I'm gone." Cardamon nodded, and her mother leaned close to her ear. "And, maybe, get him to tell you his name." She continued quietly. Cardamon nodded, and her mother leaves, stepping into the snow outside.
A sudden snowball hitting the window pulls Cardamon away from her book. She looks at the window and grins. The grinning faces of three boys greet her.
"Hey, Thistle, Yarrow, and Wormwood," She says. The tallest one, a boy with close-cropped purple hair gestured behind him.
"We're going to the Fence to fix some of the holes. Wanna come?" Cardamon nods, and runs back inside, getting dressed in her winter clothing. The boy glances at her, and Cardamon blinks. 276Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGsBEerW2kJ
"Here, you can have this." Cardamon tosses the boy a big jacket. "It was my father's." She murmurs. "But he disappeared, so you can have it." The boy gives Cardamon a grateful look and puts it on. 276Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhobUdgheR5
"...Thank you..." He whispers. Cardamon blinks in surprise. The boy's voice is very quiet, strained, and raspy from disuse. Thinking quickly, she extends a hand.
"I'm Cardamon. I'm pretty sure you know that, though," She grins, and the ghost of a smile appears on the boy's pale face. "But, I never got to hear your name." He extends his own hand, pale and thin, with faint scars, and slightly sharp nails. Cardamon glances down at the boy's wrist, seeing a tattoo. A jumble of letters and numbers. 276Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmcIMKoEGth
"Bergamot. My name is Bergamot." He replies, falling silent once more.
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