CARROT D'ÉQUIPE
Après que Theodore se soit présenté à ses compagnons de carotte, il a regardé son groupe et s'est demandé pourquoi ils sont devenus voyageurs, mais il le fera tôt ou tard si jamais. La femme s'est présentée comme Lily et comme fleuriste, mais il y a eu une pause. C'est une fleuriste illégale? Y a-t-il une telle chose? Il ne l'a pas déjà vue dans les parties inférieures d'Enn? C'est si grand qu'il a dû voir tout le monde au moins une fois à Enn. Theodore a mis ses pensées de fleurs illégales dans le dos de son esprit quand la petite fille a attrapé le forgeron noir qui wad namrd Novad et la main de Lily et les a guidés par les portes de la ville. Theodore sourit au sourire de la fille alors que le soleil se lève sur la colline, il lui rappela beaucoup de sa fille, même son sourire comme le coucher de soleil lui rappelait d'elle. Il se sourit alors qu'il suivait le trio hors de la porte en portant la cage d'oiseau de la jeune fille et ses propres sacs et sa cage d'oiseau.
Tandis que les arbres passent le patch Carrot, Theodore ne pouvait s'empêcher de parler d'un ton ingrat : « Je me demande combien de temps Owen et Nino ont marché ici... » Il regardait chaque arbre et plantait sur le côté des routes, son hilde devait marcher ici pendant des heures au moins s'il connaissait son fils, il regardait chaque plante et fleur et disait'regardez Nino! Ils n'ont pas ça à Enn!', que Nino répondrait avec 'imbécile! Ils en ont à Enn! Nous sommes à peine hors des murs de la ville!' Son sourire nostalgique sur les plantes se transforma lentement en un sourire plus faible et plus triste. Ils lui manquent beaucoup.
Name:
Theodore Taylor
Abstract:
A sharply dressed man with a heavy heart
Detail: 
Theodore was known as a simple man with a simple life, with a normal childhood and adulthood. He was a simple tailor with a wife and two children, a boy and girl. Even though his life was simple, it was a good life, he was content.
But life is rarely so simple, for life can be strange, unpredictable and cruel. Theodore is a man who has endured a great deal of pain, loneliness and regret in his recent years. For his children joined the travellers a few years before he joined, his son was florist, and his daughter was a militiawomen, they weren't cotent with their simple lives, Theodore's wife objected and forbade them from joining, but the night before the travellers left for beyond the walls, Theodore found them sneaking out of their rooms. Theodore knew what they were doing, and confronted them, after a heated argument from his daughter and son, he reluctantly agreed to let them live their own lives, even if it was painful to let them leave.
To say his wife was upset would be an understatement. She was consumed by rage and sorrow. She kicked him out of their house which forced him to live in the Tailor shop backroom, but he stayed adamant about his decision, believing his children are strong to survive the outside world with each other. But his wife wasn't strong enough to survive on her own in an empty house, she caught a terrible fever and with nobody around to take care of her, she died in her sleep. Theodore was devastated, and he felt guilt that it was choice that torn apart his relationship with his wife, and without a reliable way to contact his children, they are obvious to the fact that their mother passed on. So he decided that the next time travellers arrive to recuit more people he will join them and find his children and tell them of their mother's fate. There's nothing left for him in Enn, just bitter memories and heartache.
But even though all this pain he has kept up his appreance as the gentle, soft spoken man, with a love of gardening, fashion and reading. But he's full of guilt, worry and fear that his children will blame him for their mother's death, or worse. Themselves. He does. Every single day.