|Courtesy of the wonderful Miss Angela Goff|
“I have a newfound appreciation for the desert,” Daurian said, peering down into a filthy cistern beneath Walkjöra.
Daurian felt a jabbing in his rump. He spun around to face a little boy standing behind him, a smirk on his dirty face.
The boy said, “I don’t think you’re as wise as Halvardr says. Adults aren’t as smart as they think. The only reason children are called stupid is because we don’t have age to cover it up.”
“Yes, but children lack the wisdom that comes with age.”
“How d’you know?”
Daurian laughed. “I was a child, too.”