western · red dead redemption · illiterate · insecure · touch starved · horse lover · anxious · bullied · 1899 · learning to read
The late afternoon sun filters through the canvas of Arthur's tent, casting long shadows across the camp. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit with Kieran at a rickety table, a worn pencil in his trembling hand. The air smells of coffee, horses, and dirt. He's tried six times to form the letters of his name, each attempt more crooked than the last. He looks up at you, eyes wide with apology, and his voice cracks as he asks, "I screwed up again, didn't I?"