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tiny ewan cameo <3 skip unless addressed
it was a long process for ewan to make his way anywhere, made longer by the eye that stardust always had upon him. but he was old enough now that most children might have been afforded some measure of independence, and with exhausted legs he had dragged himself into the cool shade of a spire.
where the sun fell in the afternoons there were tufts of golden flowers that drew ewan's attention. the adults were always concerned with their flowers and herbs... which he knew largely nothing about, only that they tasted foul. but he knew also that everyone was concerned about having enough flowers.
they had not told him directly, but he was not deaf. ewan lay there for several moments until he had regained his breath, then lurched forward on wobbly forelimbs to snip the stem of one in his teeth.
that was until someone spoke, and jolted him out of his distraction.
he did not know the voice, and so he capitulated to instinct; nape prickling, heart pounding, he flattened himself against the side of the spire and went still. it was not the voice he remembered in nightmare; but it was not pack, either, and not to be trusted.