YORD: The Union
A pile of used sweaters and jackets gathered on a chair in front of a homemade study desk, and a bunch of card games, building blocks, and Lego pieces scattered all over the floor.
“Grandma?” a sleepy young voice calls for her.
“Yes Giddy, what is it?” she sweetly smiles as she says his nickname.
“Grandma it’s Gideon, not Giddy.”
“Of course it is. What were you going to ask?” She tucks him in closer in bed as the cold breeze blows into the room,
“If Frey hated pure humans so much, what happens if they get in Yord?” The boy yawns but waits for the answer before surrendering to sleep. Grandmother Willows sits on his bed and brushed the falling strands of hair away from his face.
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