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Written to Anke's tweeted prompt: "building a shelter in the wilderness".
This follows: Nila & Tros' Introduction, A New Flower, and Outnumbered. I don't write about these guys very often <.<
Despite being Fae Apoc, no warnings apply.
The four of them had been walking for a while. To hear Nila's son Allan tell it, they had been walking forever. Finally, they had come into the mountains proper, into places which had been, before the war, relatively uninhabited.
It had been over four days since they could see the city at all, and longer than that since they could hear it. They were moving slowly, but they were moving, and after the first attackers, people were, for the most part, leaving them alone. Perhaps it showed, on their faces, that they'd stand for no threat to the children. Perhaps they just looked too poor to bother. Nila wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
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This follows: Nila & Tros' Introduction, A New Flower, and Outnumbered. I don't write about these guys very often <.<
Despite being Fae Apoc, no warnings apply.
The four of them had been walking for a while. To hear Nila's son Allan tell it, they had been walking forever. Finally, they had come into the mountains proper, into places which had been, before the war, relatively uninhabited.
It had been over four days since they could see the city at all, and longer than that since they could hear it. They were moving slowly, but they were moving, and after the first attackers, people were, for the most part, leaving them alone. Perhaps it showed, on their faces, that they'd stand for no threat to the children. Perhaps they just looked too poor to bother. Nila wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
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