Guat stood up and looked at the horizon. The caravan was coming downhill, but was still far away.
With him standing, Alora felt like a mouse in the shadow of a bear. Guat smiled at her and went to his seat.
The lea in front of the outpost was yellow with sow thistles. They made air smell funny.
She took a bite of the cake as her stomach grumbled. The quark was delicious, but the fruit on top dried up in the sun. She put it away and tried to rest her head on the porch.
She took a bite of the cake as her stomach grumbled. The quark was delicious, but the fruit on top dried up in the sun. She put it away and tried to rest her head on the porch.
- Don't - Guat said, but Alora already swiveled the construction and felt to the floor. A fragment of the porch slammed on the ground.
- Wasn't repaired in ages - Guam waved his hand pointing at the outpost behind him.
- Yeah - Alora stood up - You said that already. - she looked at the caravan again, massaging the aching back. The three cars were close enough to see that they're all empty.
- I wonder what kind of deal is that. - Alora said out loud.
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