The long night came to an end erased by an orange one, its warmth would help Varis to forget about the snitched cold.
"Everything set?" Lian stood with black strip brown backpack covering her back.
"Yeah, I'm paddle up," Varis closed his eyes enjoying the sound of wind that came with chirps.
It reminds him about the old time with the oak tree on the fastly lust green hill. What happened with those orphanages?
"Oh come on, you wouldn't miss this place, would you?" She moved without hesitance. "Hurry up, husband."
"Coming." Varis hurried tailing her. She didn't know what he felt. She wasn't even there. "I just reminisced about my old time."
"Oh," Lian turned to Varis. "Your orphanage? Tell me more about that, would you?"
