Beware the Friendly StrangerHis name is Eustace Rivers, and he is eight years old.Beware the Friendly Stranger4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He is a redhead with freckles dotting every inch of his sun-kissed face and a shy smile. His summer days are filled with catching frogs and swimming in the creek, and his summer nights are filled with catching fireflies, and he loves the place he lives in with every inch of his heart. There are an awful lot of trees and critters, and in the summer they all seem so welcoming. When the winter comes, the trees are barren and the animals are quiet and the creek is frozen over, but he contents himself with sitting inside and listening, cross-legged, as his grandmother weaves tales as tall as the trees.
Sometimes it will be deathly cold, and he will shiver and shake and try to imagine so much it hurts him, focusing on everything but the goosebumps. Other times there will be a comforting fire going, and the pictures she paints will seem distant and hazy in the warm glow it provides. Either way, he is always listening as every bone in her