"Cardamon?" She froze, mid-step, and glanced back upstairs. It was her father, fishing rod in hand.
"Where are you going with that blanket?" He asked, a confused look on his face. Cardamon looked down at the blanket in her arms, and then at her father.
"The blanket...? I'm washing it," She lied, and her father nodded, plodding away. Cardamon waited until she couldn't hear his footsteps, and ran downstairs. 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6tbQ23yEN7
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"...Tell me more about you." Bergamot stared at her with unreadable yellow eyes. "I'll tell more about humans..." He gave a wistful nod.285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwj22pFbGOt
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"...Before I was born," He began, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. "My mother fled the First Kingdom. My father...was executed for crimes against the crown, so she fled to the most remote Kingdom, the Fifth Kingdom." Bergamot continued. "In the Fifth Kingdom, no one knew my father's name, so my mother was safe. She had me, and my younger brother, Basil, and we lived in peace for a while." 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkRpSjaD3ys
"A while?" Cardamon echoed. "What happened?" Bergamot frowned.
"My mother was injured by a harpoon." He replied quietly. "By humans." He spat the last word vehemently. Cardamon blinked at him, surprised.
"All humans aren't bad..." She protested, but he scoffed, slipping back into the water...
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