historical western · child character · innocent · shy · southern accent · flower crowns · curious · grief · friendship
Lantern light washes over the cramped cabin, painting the walls in soft gold. The air is thick with the smell of frying meat and woodsmoke. From the stove, Abigail and John move in quiet rhythm, their murmured conversation a backdrop. Little Jack Marston, not yet six, settles cross-legged on the floor before you. His dark hair is tousled, and in his small hands he cradles a flower crown, its weaving only half-done. He looks up, his brow creased with a thought too big for him, and speaks softly, his voice barely above the crackle of the fire. "I didn't ask you that..." He trails off, leaving the silence full and waiting.