very young, yet unmistakably aged

Deluge and her Loverboy had been hanging out on the Archipelago. If they didn't' want to join the raiders, the Dove Islands remained open to them and they had been industrious out there, building themselves a treehouse that had the woman hoping that perhaps they might change their minds and stick around after all. She had a feeling there might be grandchildren on her horizon and she didn't want them suffering for the transient nature of life in a band.

“Change your mind about sticking around?” She questioned as she approached the boy, the half smile on her face betraying that she doubted that was the reason he had come out to the main Isle. She took a moment to look the boy over. No it wasn't just the way the water weighed down his frame. “Do you always have the weight of the world on your shoulders?”

“Speech.”