Snippet #2039383

Lacross sighed and whined a bit, wishing that Molly would stop asking questions where it would be easier to speak. He looked around the room and darted off under the table of the others in the room. He waited until they weren't paying attention before grabbing paper and pencil and darting back toward Molly again. He put the paper against the wall and started drawing. If anything, Lacross had a talent in the art from what he had been told, if not in speech then in art. It only took him a few minutes to return to Molly and handing over her.

The sketch was of a woman dressed in various furs and feathers in a tribal fashion. A matron, aged around 30 to 35 and wielded a bow. The hood of the furs had a crown of antlers and ivy vines and stood in defense of a small child, also dressed in furs. Lacross made no eye contact with Molly, fully expected to be belittled and called a freak for it.