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Oreron and Owsla Hall

Oreron turned to face the lamb girl as she handed out a piece of paper to him. At first, he was slightly confused as it seemed that she wanted to be nowhere near him at all. Something that he could respect at literally being carried by him like a dead animal to be skinned and processed. He tilted his head to the side before the words she said regestered in him.

"she looks like the little girl, but bigger."

"Yes..." he stammered as the memory of Kathleen invaded his headspace. "That is because she is her mother." A simple sentence causing a man so feared to become misty eyed. The terrible memory of her being tortued and Owsla cut out of her. He shook himself from the images, knowing full well that he would go into a frenzy if they continued. "It's nothing to worry about right now. You need to put some fat on your ribs if you're going to survive out here. Especially the winter when it comes." He patter the top on her head like he would a small child at play as he walked back into the kitchen to watch the commotion.

Owsla's eyes followed Ember as she walked out of the cabin. She was still on edge and not with her gone there was the other one that Ace seemed to be getting chummy with. "Why'd you come here anyway? Not everyday someone ember knows also shows up out of no where. Especially gem-heads." She spat, still coated with the venom that was thrown at Ember and now at this man. Her eye patched glowed somewhat as she glared at him. Trust wasn't something Owsla gave out Willy nilly to say the least. Her father was one thing since he had the proof that they where blood and she knew very well that she could Ace at anytime should he become a threat. But the chance of Ace become thing a threat was extremely thin to none at this point. This purple haired man, however, was an unknown in her world of knowns. Something she did not take very kindly to.