Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

~*Wintertime Stories*~
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Everything broken can be fixed. Brom said softly, for once sounding mature and serious, his accent sounding a little different, smoother. His brown eyes looked at her own melancholy pools and he frowned. Surely this was a bit dramatic, but he didn’t actually know her end of the circumstances so he wouldn’t know. All he could do was try and make her feel better. Which wasn’t like Brom. The arrogant male usually spent his days showing off and telling lies. Perhaps he had grown up a bit now? The teen sure was starting to look less of a child and more of an adult.

I don’t think that’s true, girl. he shook his head about the being best for everybody statement, and then listened to the rest of her story. I’m sorry about your mam, but you ‘ave to understand, as a newborn you aint have been able to help, skipper. the comment about her father made him scowl further. What a tosser. You don’ need ‘im. What a wicked little snickersnee! Boys and girls, what a nasty frogger. Brom looked to Tenebrae, frowning as she spilled her heart out to him. She was obviously upset. He didn’t do pain. He didn’t do comforting people. He just couldn’t deal with it. He wasn’t really good at anything, really. As much use as a paper bag. The bad egg. There were plenty of fish in the sea though, and he found that socializing helped with certain difficulties. The accented speaker gave another brief tale wag, frowned at the floor, and then went over to the girl, hooking his head around her neck, hoping it wouldn’t be all awkward and embarrassing if she decided she didn’t want him there. Now now, girl. S’alright.

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