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Time passed, and they roamed, and they grew.
He grew from an angry, violent, athletic young boy to a temperamental, defensive, broadshouldered, muscular young man, while she grew from a wild, vicious young girl to an eerily quiet, headstrong, lithe young woman. They went to school less and less, and home even less still, spending their time working with the beasts in the fields and roaming the surrounding land.
Most of those around knew better than to approach them now.
'Leave them be and they'll leave us be,' was the mentality. The peacekeepers dragged them home, or to the farm, several times – they weren't children anymore, they were expected to be providing – but none of it deterred them. They just got better at avoiding the peacekeepers. Climbing was a little more difficult for him these days, being bigger, heavier, but his body knew how so he still did.
They found one place where the coyotes got in and out, a hole at the bottom of the wall where the stone had cracked and crumbled away. The coyotes could clamber through with a little difficulty, but it was too small for them – now. If they'd found it six years ago, they might have made it. If they could work or wear some more of the stone away-
Perhaps.
They were forced home – not that it was their home, not any more – when the temperature dropped in the late autumn and winters. The thick snow made it impossible for them to stay out for long periods of time – although the peacekeepers forced some to do so – though they still went roaming and wandering even in the cold and their thin clothes.
