It was already dark out and of course Loki wasn't home yet. His curfew was 7pm, he still had an hour to get home. But knowing him, his parents expected he'd be late. They didn't know what to do with him anymore.
Alora clung to her father like she was afraid he'd disappear like Kiro did. She waited for him, for a week before she gave up.
Sekani greeted his wife and put away everything he bought, she started on cooking and he helped her chop up some vegetables.
"Guess who I ran into?"
"Oh, no wonder you smell of beer." She teased.
"I had one darlin, Philip isn't doing so good though."
"That poor child, he's still alive?" She was cleaning the fish.
"Homeless." He attempted to take a bite of the carrot.
"Why didn't you invite him here then?" She paused what she was doing, looking a bit furious.
