"Do you think we came a bit too early?" Myne asked, glancing at his watch in his hand with a hint of confusion. He wondered if it was broken.
Hanaha ignored Myne's rambling and turned to Granny Kaila, the owner of the bakery shop, with a worried expression. "Granny Kaila, are you absolutely sure Xina and Ze didn't come here? Maybe they're here, but you just haven't seen them?"
"How could that be, Hanaha?" Granny Kaila replied, her voice tinged with irritation. "Even though I'm sixty, my eyes are still sharp enough to recognize your children. I've been sitting at the shop entrance for the past two hours. Unless they become invisible, there's no way I would miss them." The old cow tribe woman, with her white hair, wrinkled face, and oversized clothes, seemed to be losing patience, which is normal after all, Hanaha had been asking this same question for the fifth time.
