“Luz!”
Hands plant themselves on her kid’s shoulders, fastening the old shawl she has for the child. It’s tattered with age (and definitely some kitchen fire mishaps, yep), but for the moment it’s all she has for her kid to ward off the approaching autumn chill. The girl of course has her head adorably stuck in one of her books and it takes a few light pokes to her cheek to gain her attention.
“You can read later,” she chuckles as fingers ruffle short brown locks. “We have to get you some warm winter clothes before the market closes.”
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