#nomadriver

Jiminy sees a lot of strange things on his travels. Go figure that, after all that, the only thing that catches his attention is the kid sitting out by the river.

Not necessarily out of the ordinary. ‘Cept it’s 10 in the morning on a weekday, and Jiminy knows full well there’s a schoolhouse in town, and what’s more - well, he is a conscience. This falls under his purview, he thinks. 

Traveling was... boring. Traveling was boring and whomever has any other opinion can be as wrong as they want to be, at least that’s how Connor feels currently on the back of a wagon, riding into some small town on a map. He had some business that was going to keep him here for much longer than he thought...

Thankful, he wasn’t here on his own dime. He looked over his briefcase, many important papers needed to be delivered, signed, sent, and he has to get settled. Though, that can be put off until tomorrow. Today he wants to look around, get a feel for the quaint little town and its people.

Once the wagon stopped, he directed his belongings to his new residence and he was dropped off near the edge of the town. Just in time for a frog to jump on his leg and for a child to tackle him for the small creature.

“Hey-- wait--!” Was all that he could manage when the air was knocked out of him. Connor wasn’t dressed to the absolute nines, so his clothes being roughed up didn’t bother him. Just the ache in his back.

Frightened would be an understatement to how Wendy was feeling. She was mortified. She had no idea why this was happening and thankfully the two of them were out of sight for what was occuring just a bit a ways from them. Despite being the younger of the two, her sibling instincts took over tenfold as she held onto Huck, trying to avert his eyes from anything that was happening.

“Don’t look Huck...whatever you do...” She speaks softly, having also averted her eyes from the scene, holding Huck a bit tighter. “Don’t look.” 

It was never Alfred’s business to get involved in small town affairs. After all, he didn’t know the disposition of the town, the context and background of the events he saw. He was merely an observer.

That is, until he sees someone hit a kid.

“You must be more careful Huck,” Wendy gently scolded but there was more worry in her voice than anger as she grabbed a few clothed bandages to wrap around his arm. Her motherly instincts were acting up tenfold. 

Wendy looked to the older boy with slight sway of her head. She felt so dizzy. Her vision was blurry for a moment but she shook her head as if too shake out of a daze. She really wasn't feeling good, not good at all...but there was so much she needed to do...Wendy couldn't bare to get sick.

"N-No, it's alright I can..." A sudden cough interrupted her words, "I can mange, Huck. Not to worry, not to worry at...all..."