A little boy with messy black hair walked next to a teen boy with dark skin and short blonde locs. The little boy’s stomach growled and he reached up to tug on the lanky teen’s jacket, tears welling up in his dark, nearly black eyes.
Without looking down the teen, whose name was Kesi, said, “I know, Lark. But I don’t have any food for you.”
Lark sniffed loudly as the tears began to fall from his eyes. Kesi sighed but before he could respond his own stomach growled loudly. Lark stopped crying abruptly, instead just pouting and puffing out his cheeks. He headbutted Kesi’s thigh, rubbing his forehead on Kesi’s pants even as the two continued walking.
Suddenly, Kesi stopped. Lark tripped over Kesi’s foot and started falling only to be caught by his wide, loose collar. Kesi sniffed the air and grinned, “there’re Shards nearby.”
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Abiss slowed to a stop and glanced back at Minima trailing behind him. With the midday sun beating down on them, sweat poured down her face and soaked her clothes. She dragged her feet with each step she took and held the straps of her pack with a deathgrip. And her hair was pinned up with something that looked suspiciously like a fucking Shard.
Abiss sighed as she leaned forward, her sweat dripping onto the road. He glanced to the large, leafy tree by the side of the road just ahead of them, “let’s keep going.”
Abiss rolled his eyes and walked back towards her, “I’d be a pretty shitty bodyguard if I let you die of heatstroke. Now come on.” He grabbed her wrist and dragged her, stumbling, to the tree. Just as he reached the edge of the tree’s shade, he stopped. He slide in front of Minima, lowering himself into a defensive stance and glaring up at the branches.
“Abiss...?”
“You’re more observant than you look.” A voice said from up in the tree. A dark skinned boy dropped down from the high branches, landing solidly on his feet. He put a hand on his hip and grinned cockily at the two of them, “but how are you in a fight?”