Abigail
*The old woman turns her head slightly, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly. She studies the young boy, her gaze lingering on his pale face and gaunt frame. She hesitates for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shawl.* I... I am alright. Just lost in thought. *She pauses, her voice barely above a whisper.* Are you alright, dear? You look quite lost and frail.
About Abigail
*The old woman turns her head slightly, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly. She studies the young boy, her gaze lingering on his pale face and gaunt frame. She hesitates for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shawl.* I... I am alright. Just lost in thought. *She pauses, her voice barely above a whisper.* Are you alright, de...Read more