The streets were quiet, tension hung over it thick like vines. Bereth kept his head down and observed as he kept walking.
At long last, my truck halted to a stop at the end of the road. The cottage loomed ahead. Finally, some real peace for my mind. Partner's ashtray on the bench is still there, as it should be.
Bereth looked at the village in the horizon. Something in his gut told him that he should avoid it; whether it was the threatening magic hanging over the perimeters or the fact that he was supposed to safeguard his mentor's ring, he did not know.
I put the music on and move they did.
Just as Raiyo had expected, he was met with Levi and Warren in the kitchen when he found the courage to exit the guest room.
Upon opening his eyes, Raiyo was filled with dread and confusion. What was this white room? He was not in a hospital, was he?!
For once, you wish the engine was louder. The further away from home your train goes, the louder the war becomes. Soon, the sounds of it might even drown out the engine's… and then what?
The dinner was, as Raiyo had expected, simple; it was not like his hosts would put much effort into the extra portion that he required — if the dinners even were more complex than tonight's rice and vegetables in the first place, which Raiyo was not sure about. What surprised him was the amount of food that Warren had made; were the two planning on having leftovers for multiple days?
"Ewwwww," Masquerade whispered. "It's just as fugly as I remembered." "C'mon, it's just a yacht with a poor choice of coloring," you sighed. "He does have a point, Willow," Glasses piped up, "it is fugly. It's a yellow yacht named Woozy Wasp."
Levi's home was just as minimalistic and bland as the man himself appeared to be. Raiyo knew better than to say it aloud, though; he had to be on his very best behavior if he was to get through the night without problems.