Aug 11, 2016
❛ is this yours ? ❜
Patrick looked at the hat in the man’s hand for all of half a second before his hands both flew up to his head. Running over unkempt blond locks as blue-green eyes grew wide with shock. The boy snatched the hat and shoved it on. His hat was, by far, his most prized possession. His father had given it to him. He’d almost lost it and not even known.
He pouted (frowned in a very grown up way if you asked the child. At 11 years old he was after all very nearly a grown up) and nodded. “Yeah. It’s mine. Thanks minster. Where’d ya find it? How'd ya know it was mine? It’s a really important hat ya know. It don’t look like much but ya can’t always trust what things look like t’ know how important they are.”
