A forest. Curt.
"Since when have you been in the wild and what brought you here?"
Hava asked Litu. Litu was looking way too dirty to be recognized. His experience with the brown had left him with no choice. Most times he had been made to crawl on his stomach and eat dust and what did he get in return?
He looked at Hava. The old man was in no better shape that he was. He seemed to had been bruised by fate too. Though he had the smears of blood all over his body.
The both of them were sitting on the branches of trees. Hava was sitting on one of the branches of the tree with less twigs which Litu was sitting on the one with many twigs which was directly opposite Hava's.
He actually appreciated and respected the vibrance of the old man. If he was right in his hypotheses, have should be 70 and he still act as though he was some 40 years old dickhead.
If it hadn't been goodluck, he would had been killed. By Hava of course.
