I was bored(? Itś nothing fancy, and is all over the place, so, yeh, sorry.
You'll know later on more...
• •┈┈┈┈ ๑ ⋅ ⋯ ୨ ୧ ⋯ ⋅ ๑ ┈┈┈┈ • •
The cold air of Quesadilla Island in the mornings could wake anyone up, and yet, they didn't seem to mind.
The roads that were once full of life were now graveyards of cars.
The world can change in just a few years, can't it?
• •┈┈┈┈ ๑ ⋅ ⋯ ୨ ୧ ⋯ ⋅ ๑ ┈┈┈┈ • •
It had been about a week since Phil's small group had arrived at Nihachu Farm, and the first night they had spent there, Missa had left during those hours.
And although the crow would have wanted to go out and look for him as soon as he saw the note, he knew he had responsibilities to the two children who were now in his care.
Offering his help on the farm of the girl who gave them shelter, the days seemed to pass slowly, leaving a feeling of "normality".
• •┈┈┈┈ ๑ ⋅ ⋯ ୨ ୧ ⋯ ⋅ ๑ ┈┈┈┈ • •
"Thanks for the help, Phil."
The blond looked up from the small backpack he was preparing, smiling at the girl who was at the door.
"It's the least I can do for the one who welcomed us with two children."
Niki Nihachu smiled back, handing over the paper she had in her hands.
"Everything is written down there, all the medicines we need, basic supplies, and there should be a first aid kit in that place…"
"If there isn't, I'll bring whatever I find for one."
"Thanks… I'll take care of your kids while you're in town, I think they like farm life."
"It's a paradise compared to how we were before… thanks, again."
"Go on, go, before it gets dark… Will you take the opportunity to see if he's in town..?"
Phil tightened his backpack a little, before hanging it on his shoulder and approaching the door.
"I don't lose anything by looking for him there… I hope he didn't go far."
• •┈┈┈┈ ๑ ⋅ ⋯ ୨ ୧ ⋯ ⋅ ๑ ┈┈┈┈ • •
