where: On the Roof of the Old Mill who: Xavy and Hope ( @mysticmikaelson )
To Xavy, he has only been to the top of the roof of the old mill a few times. But as he stood there now, it was evident that he has visited a lot more often since then. Even if he couldn’t remember the past sixteenth months, he could see how the place has changed since he last remembered it. The roof was no longer littered with dried leaves and twigs. They’ve all been swept aside along with other possible debris that found its way on the roof. A certain area looked particularly cleaner than the rest. Xavy was certain that it was the very spot he last sat on.
With a grunt, he sat down on the roof and looked at the forest around him. It was weird. Even the forest looked different. No one ever notices the plants around them growing. Even if they were constantly reaching for the sky, no one notices since it happens just too slow. But now that they were practically yanked into the future, it was clear to Xavy that the trees were different. Weird. It all felt both strange and familiar at the same time.
Xavy didn’t know how long he had been staring at nothing in particular when his ears picked up the sound of leaves crunching as they were stepped on. Someone’s coming. His eyes dropped down to see Hope approaching. Xavy smiled although he wondered if Hope could see it from down there. He tilted his head as an invitation for her to come up.