@spawnisms gets a thingy
When her father found his way into the little liquor they could afford, it was always cause for alarm. Especially ever since Liir had come into this world. Zelena’s son had been exposed to too much as it was in his young life. For years, the young witch wondered if there would ever be an escape from this hell and the father that never loved her. Every day, even a moment of freedom felt too distant to dream of. Her father had begun to get rowdy and though Liir had already seen the fruits of that in the past, it was best to keep him away from it as much as possible.
Drunkenly, her father swung a half empty bottle at Zelena and in a panic, a single hand raised. In these traumatic instances, her magic pulled through for her and froze him in place. “Come Liir. We need to go.” She tied her own cloak on and scooped the young boy into her arms. They wouldn’t last more than a night out in the cold but if they could find somewhere to sleep, perhaps her father would be calm enough in the morning to manage.
