Northern Downpour Sends it's Love || Annica and Abbott
One of the Urchins. There it was… That sentence she’d heard so many times in her life. Always just one of the Urchins… She smiled at him, instead though and didn’t let the disappointment show. “Yes, one of Urchins. Do you know my sisters? Or my father?” She questioned. She’d never heard his name before.
He shrugged. "I think I've met the redheaded one. Anyways, it's easy to track the Urchins. Your names all start with 'A' and you all seem to have greatvoices. It's quite easy to distinguish people who sing from those who don't." He explained in a vague way.














