Through the Living Hope

A bruised man in his late thirties took form from the Idea. He was curled up, protecting his ribs.

"July made a mistake running. We both know that."

"You don't know that. Don't accuse me of something like that."

"Who said you had to go back? Scout on your own in other towns. But I know where I'm supposed to be."

She scowled. "You leave, then."

"I didn't say he was here now. I merely said we'd find him here."

She tightened her jaw. "The point is, we'll find him here."

@The Bookwyrm

"Well, it's not like I asked for it. Even in the dream, I was screaming and crying."

"Occasionally I get dreams that are somewhat... prophetic. When I was small, I dreamt I'd be separated from my parents." She shrugged.

“No, it was very clear.”

“And… I should probably tell my mom about us..”

“I felt sure about that dream from Perdulei...”

He kept his forehead on hers.

Meron kept kissing Emma.

“Unfortunately so,” April said.

“I can’t put my finger on it, but something about her seems untrustworthy.”

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

*tackles where you were before and tickles you*

*eyes narrow* *follows but silently*

Them again

... That's nice, dear. *calls the mental hospital*

*walks in seeing Haly saying "DON'T EAT IT"* Y'all scare me. *promptly leaves*

@The Bookwyrm @J. Magi ~~~ That evening... Naise and Keryth's house was about the size of her parents' and, like theirs, it was near the edge of the village. The three dismounted, and Keryth tied the horses to a post. There was some hay and grass for them to graze on. Naise led her sister inside. Jolane fiddled with the uncut red stone Roy had given her. Naise had made a curious expression seeing it, but she hadn't explained. "There's a lot to do tomorrow since we've been gone for a couple days," Naise told her. "Let's get to bed early, then you can help tomorrow. If you want to, of course." Jolane nodded. "Okay." Naise sighed. "I know you're disappointed. But with people coming after them, it's not safe for you. We can't lose you again." "I know.." Naise hugged her, a hand on the base of Jolane's braid.

She scratched its head while staying with the boar. @SpiritOfWrath