The sun is rising over the sparse tree-line. Trix tries to knock on the door: both loud enough to wake whoever might be sleeping inside (though it looks abandoned) and so quiet that the guardsman, on the corner, wont hear her.
Hilda opens the door quickly, standing there looking down intensely at Trix. Her cybernetic eye glowing red, blades running down her arm.
Lloyd calls out to Hilda âWho is it Hilda? Is Boris back?â
Hilda replies while unmoving from the entrance âA small girl Master.â
Lloyd makes his way to the door, just to see who this person is.
âAnd you are?â Talking to Trix in an unimpressed voice.
A look of uncomfortablity came across his face when she made contact with his shoulder, but knew that some people cannot help but cry.
âThere there.â Patting her head while trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.
She could not stop the quiet tears, falling down her cheeks, making small âfludâ sounds and dark spots landing on the cement. Once they started they wouldnât stop. She wiped at her tears uselessly, then just gave up and covered her face with her hands. â¨Remaining like that for some time, finally the tears stopped. They had been pend up for so long inside of her, now she kinda felt a little empty. â¨Suddenly realizing that Crow was petting her head, she held her breath. It was a weirdly kind sensation, but not unwelcome she decided. It was ´nice´ she thought, she liked nice right now. He was even making soothing sounds she smiled. So she pushed herself a little out from his chest so she could look up at him, and gave Crow her best `thank-you` smile. âDoes your name has anything to do with Odin´s crows?â She wiped her eyes.
Surprised, Lloyd replied âNo. Hadnât thought of that. âCrowâ is because of an old nickname I once had. People just seemed to start calling me Crow. Though in actuallity I prefer ravens over them.â












