Talk:Keefe and Sophie/@comment-71.226.99.58-20190902211905

I’m another memory Keefe was six or seven, waiting by a fountain in Atlantis. And waiting. And waiting some more. Crowds came and went. The bale fire streetlights dimmed. (He waited till midnight 😥) And still, Keefe sat all alone. Finally his parents rolled up in a eurypterid carriage, along with another dark-haired elf that Keefe didn’t recognize. Keefe’s father was so deep in conversation with his friend that he didn’t even look at his son. Keefe’s mom said,”Sorry, we forgot you.”