The thick forest near Curt. Curt.
"There are many things that give life, of them we are so ignorant."
The professor had started, staring to and fro. His eyes were sharp but she was sure that his wit was the sharpest. She could confide in the idea that, If his eyes were as sharp as his wits, he would be seeing into the future. Made sense only to her.
The both of them were beginning to stink. Since when had they had a bath, but it didn't really matter, neither of the two was complaining.
She was growing sick but she didn't want to admit it to herself. She felt like she should be the one to watch over the professor. She should be his guardian anger or mother in such times of trial.
Now you would ask who then would be hers. Quite indefinite to point out.
"I feel sick."
