Since leaving Brazil, Tristan had encountered a few differences in the cultures and those changes, while a bit jarring, were to be expected. He wasn’t even on the correct side of the equator anymore, of course things were going to be different, that made sense, but he was still pretty sure that a kid that barely looked four shouldn’t be left alone. Judging by the look on the kid’s face, Tristan thought the kid likely agreed.
“Where is your parent?” He asked as he knelt down to get on the child’s level, wondering if the little boy would even talk to a stranger. Considering the child’s bright red hair, Tristan was willing to assume their parent also had red hair, which would be helpful for spotting them, if nothing else. Although when he heard what sounded like an older man’s voice shouting a name, Tristan didn’t think he needed to worry about that. @kingarthur-weasley
