KJDarKnight
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Pepper nodded her thanks and put her son down, taking off his shoes. They weren't meant for hiking and weren't higj quality to begin with. Neither were hers but she was more concerned about the blisters and sores forming on his feet. He whimpered a little when she peeled his socks off, some of the sores had broken and soaked his socks with blood "oh sweetie..why didn't you say.."
"I want to be strong like Badru..." he answered, letting his mother tend to his feet.
Misty found a spot in the corner to dump her bag and sit down. Everything ached but she didn't complain. Everyone was tired and sore. What right did she have to complain?
"I want to be strong like Badru..." he answered, letting his mother tend to his feet.
Misty found a spot in the corner to dump her bag and sit down. Everything ached but she didn't complain. Everyone was tired and sore. What right did she have to complain?