Vermillion

Slowly serpentine, the Molla River flows north.

A path paved with scorched brown bricks stretches straight through its riverside, through the blue trees.

"Saint-Angel Street."

From the castle city of Satina to the fortress city of Wolvern, the "Duchy". It is a land transport aorta that connects the north and south of the Lilleil region.

"Mr. Vagina's Michael hits the carriage today."

Kays left Satina early in the morning, but the day has already risen high and the caravan is about to arrive in the next village. Nothing has changed so far, it was a peaceful and relaxing journey to the point where the stretch appeared.

"Daniel is so sweet."

The caravan consisted of six two-headed carriages, consisting of merchants, a dozen of their families and apprentices, and eight escorts, including Kay and Irene. The movement is dull, but whether it's a bandit or a beast, it doesn't strike in the middle of nowhere.

"Ohisama pompous, the wind feels good too, but I am, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very good."

To the whimpering of the little bird, the noise of the wheels turning in a rash. Mixed with them, a young singing voice sounds. Next to Kay, who crossed the sasquatch and proceeded slowly to the speed of the carriage, a girl with shallow black skin slipped out of the front shadow of the carrier's face.

"Hey. How's my song?

"- Wouldn't that be nice?"

"I think he's good."

Next to Kay, who nodded vaguely, Eileen across the black horse (Suzuka) of the meadow people nodded with a gentle smile.

"Eh heh. Right -"

The girl, whose face sparkled, climbed straight to the palace and began to sing "Lala - I'm hungry" as she hung her legs around. It was improvised lyrics that didn't rhyme or snap, but the way he muttered the melody innocently had a smile that only soothed the beholder.

"Edda really likes songs."

A fat man holding the reins at your table scratches the head of a girl called 'Edda'.

"I'm sure you look like your father, don't you?

"Ha ha, let's do that."

A man who laughs with a pleasant voice at Edda, who stops singing and tilts his neck.

The name of the man is Holland.

He's one of the merchants with the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce, and he's the head of this caravan. From Kay and the others, he can also be considered the direct employer of this escort. Plenty of heartbeat, no matter how you look at it, dripping eyes that don't look like bad guys, the trademark is a nicely groomed little beard. From all the caravans, they call me a 'chef' and I'm familiar with it.

Even so, this does not mean 'chef' where it is spoken in English, but 'chief' in the language (on Frances) of the people of his native plateau. Although most of the products dealt with are groceries and Holland himself is a gastronomer would not be irrelevant to this nomenclature.

I was in my early thirties, and as far as Edda's interactions are concerned, she seems to be her father. Holland himself, however, has white skin and no resemblance to Edda's face. I wonder if there was any circumstance, and Kay approximated, Holland slapped Pompon on the stomach and shrugged his shoulder.

"Right, Dad, it's time to get hungry. But since we're almost to the next village, keep Edda inside. Don't interrupt your brothers' work."

"Mm-hmm."

A voice that can neither be affirmed nor denied. While Holland gently slaps him on the back, Edda elbows the table and observes the Kays.

Dark-haired, fierce young man driving through a bright brown hairy horse. He has black eyes that are even deeper than Edda's and has a muscular, tight physique. He covered his entire body with exquisitely decorated leather armor, with a vermilion bow on his left hand, a long sword on his hips and some large arrows bracketed around his horse's saddle.

Compared to its seemingly stubborn flesh, its face was disproportionately childish, but a brand new sword wound running on its left cheek creates an indescribable awesomeness. The eyes as quiet as the lake's surface - although somewhere and with some difficulty in creating a dark atmosphere, Edda did not have the impression that she was a strange "scared one".

Next to the young bowman is a blonde girl crossing a black horse. Bright white skin as opposed to Edda, clear blue eyes. Her hair, knitted in gold thread, was wrapped around the back of her head with a ribbon, shining brightly in the sun. A quality hemp tunic clumps around the body, and legs in black trousers stretch smoothly from the hem.

Alternatively, even if a courteous nobleman is said to be dressed as a common man, he looks so pathetic that he might believe it - but the sabel and wooden shield carried on his back shows as surely that the cage hand and tibia of the leather of his hands and feet are also those involved in the battle. I noticed Edda's gaze, "Yeah?" I can't imagine her being a warrior from the way she tilts her neck and smiles.

"…… hey, sister"

Edda, who opened his mouth to the contrary,

"Your sister, a wizard, is that true?

"Humph," Eileen breasted before her intriguing Edda.

"Oh. That's right, a wizard!

"Heh, wow! Hey, hey, what's magic like? Let me see, let me see!

"Mmm. That's true…………………."

But then, turning to an innocent request thrown at her, Eileen looks up at the shining sun with her troubled face.

Irene makes a pact, "Dusk Maiden," Kerstin is, as his name suggests, a spirit who will show off his dominance after sundown. It cannot be [manifested] in the open during the day, regardless of the depth of the underground from which the sun cannot reach. Still, for once, even during the day is possible with the exercise of simple technique, but I fool around with catalysts and magic like the usual recoil of cospa goodness.

Essentially, Eileen can't use magic during the day.

And this is one of the clear weaknesses, and it's not like hustling out loud.

"Mmmm..."

"Here, Edda, your sister will be in more trouble."

Seeing Irene roaring about what to do, Holland quickly followed up.

"Giving the wizard the secret of witchcraft in the first place is like asking a merchant where to buy it. Don't say too much about it."

"Uh, 'cause I want to see it"

"Hmm, well, I know how your father feels, too! Whether it's a supplier or a secret of magic."

Here, and Holland looking to Eileen with anticipation. I don't know which side you're on with this.

Eileen is pointing her mouth and swimming her eyes in the direction of the day after tomorrow if she is going to be buying time.

"... I'm on the move now, and why don't you show him in the evening, after you're ready for camp, or even when you have time?

Kay suggested from the side, "That's it!" Irene fingered Kay numbingly.

"Right. I'm at work now. I can show you later, okay?

"What, really!?

"Oh, just for a little while after dinner."

While emphasizing "a little" in the gap between her fingertips, Eileen winks with tea glare to show. Unlike Kay, a brain muscle warrior, Eileen is highly magical. As long as the sun sets, the simple technique of child deception can be exercised without a catalyst.

"Wow, I did it! Thanks!"

"Oh, let me tell you something."

Edda and Holland hi-touch each other on your podium. Kay laughs when she sees the two of them having more fun after dinner, and now she treats them more like magicians than magicians. But Eileen has a smile of satisfaction, and it's a good thing if we're satisfied.

"Come on, Edda. It was selfish of you to ask, and you should go back inside. We'll be in the next village soon."

"Yes."

Now Edda, who listens well and returns to the carrier. Nico and Holland, who saw it, turned to Eileen with that smile.

"No, thank you, thank you. A business trip is so boring. He seems to be hungry for a lot of excitement."

"I get it. If you were a kid like that, you would be."

"Absolutely. But are you sure it was good? Say it yourself, but I hear magicians rarely show their business."

"It's okay, 'cause all I can show you is what I can show you"

"This guy took one," Holland grinned bitterly, to the blatant words of Eileen.

"I see, that's no different than a merchant,"

"I'll spare Edda's face this time, and don't take any special fees."

"Ha ha, this is no match for you."

I slapped him on the forehead and Holland laughed, but there was a mix of hoof sounds coming from behind him.

"Hey, Holland! Wait a minute!

Looking back, a mercenary on a horse is rushing toward us, waving his hand.

"Oh, Dagmal. Hey, what's up?

"What's wrong? Nothing like this. Trouble."

Mercenaries who come to the side of the Kays and shrug their shoulders on horseback. It was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and often burned in the day.

Called "Dagmal," he plays a mercenary role in this caravan and is the person who hits Kays' direct boss. Holland said they were childhood friendly, and I guess it's a relationship they should have with bad friends, they've seen us talking to each other in a pretty frank tone from time to time in the morning.

"What happened?

"Pierre and this onboro carriage went crazy now. Anything, the axle's rattling and I can't seem to move. We're all fixing it now, but this is going to take a while. I need you to wait a little while."

"... that's no choice. but Pierre should stop and buy a new carriage."

"Not at all. But he doesn't have any money."

Dagmal, sighing at him, but quickly regained his mind and looked at Kay.

"So that's it, Kay. You were so proud of yourself, weren't you? Why don't you just go back and help him fix it? We need manpower to support the carriage."

"Okay, no problem."

"Helpful. I'll let the previous ones know, it's going to be too late to get to the village at this point."

He shrugged his shoulders small again and Dagmar rushed forward. While dropping it off, Kay handed Irene the Dragon Scale Throughout.

"So I'm going back... It's going to get in the way, so keep it."

"Aye."

"Thank you."

The bow was left to Eileen, and Kay headed backwards with the horse's neck rounded.

Having one, two, or trouble behind you from a front carriage in Holland is apparently the rear-end carriage. The merchant man and several apprentices are rushing to make repairs as they unload heavy baggage from the carrier, with tools and pieces of wood in their hands, swarming into the rear wheel.

"Dagmal told me we're short on manpower."

"Oh, thank you."

The merchant, whose face turned bright red and supported him with both hands to lift the carrier, looked at Kay with eyes that looked at the Savior. But at the same time, the force falls all the way out of its arms, and the man who supported the carrier under the carriage roars out, "Nooooooo."

"Shh, sorry, can you support me!?

"Leave it to me."

To the screaming voice of the merchant, Kay immediately jumped off the sasquatch and supported the carrier instead. When you put your hips into your arms, even though you still have a small amount of merchandise on it, the carrier rises slightly.

"Oops, lightened up"

A young man with short hair, who supported the carrier from below, makes a delightful voice. But if you look closely, this man, apparently, was not an apprentice to a merchant. You can see a dagger sheath on your hips as you consolidate yourself with sheet metal leather armor. It's not a merchant's body, it's a warrior's body trained in action.

(Guard? But that's the first face I've ever seen)

Kay tilted her neck following her memory as she put her strength into her arms. Before leaving Satina this morning, the Kays are face-to-face with the other escorts. But anyway, I don't recognize this young man. Blonde hair cut short, thin blue eyes. The skin feels white and generally thin in pigment. Except that the eye is oddly sharp and intimidating, I'd say its face is neat. Since his left ear full of piercings is so impressive, Kay thinks that if he had met him even once, he couldn't possibly have been remembered.

Is it someone's personal baton, not a mercenary of escorts?

Or are you just a traveler accompanying a merchant?

As Kay turned his mind around, he saw the young man in sight.

"You have a strong arm."

Somewhere - challenging, belligerent. I felt like I saw such a noisy light in my eyes.

"…… Thank you."

I shrug my shoulders so I can stand back and Kay does it over.

"All right, give me the board here!

"Nails! Nails! Nails! Nails!

"I need you to turn the corner over here too!

He concentrated his consciousness on the hand supporting the carrier as he listened to the noisy voices of the men around him.

But even if Kay missed her gaze.

The blonde young man kept staring at Kay with wild eyes.

†††

Eventually, a line of caravans arrived in the next village a few hours later.

Needless to say, the cause is the rear-end carriage. Actually, after Kay went to help, the first aid itself was over before it was enough, but the axle injury seemed to taste as bad as I thought, and the carriage was only able to deliver snail like speed.

Needless to say, this is a good annoyance to the other merchants. But I can't even leave you as you are, beyond being one of the same caravan.

As a result, the line became a feather that held its foothold in the carriage.

Originally, we were supposed to arrive after noon in the next village, where we had a late lunch before we were scheduled to start again - but we actually got to the village after the sun tilted quite a bit. Kay, Eileen, and Edda were having lunch on the sandwich that Kiska had given them before they left, but the rest of them were only on the move, albeit in tortoise walks, and could only pinch something lightly, and they were quite hungry when they arrived at the village.

It goes without saying that a merchant named 'Pierre', who caused the delay, ate the total skan from everyone, including Holland.

Square off the village.

At the center of parking the carriage so as to form a circle, all the caravans were solemnly preparing for the camp. Now that the Kays are in a small village a little off the street, there is naturally no accommodation for everyone to rest in. But it's already too dark to start over, which means it's a haul to reveal the night here today.

"Phew, phew, phew……………."

A wrinkled old woman stirred up a large pot that had been burned by the fire, roughly everyone who set up a tent and tidied their luggage.

"Come on…… here, take this……………"

Remove some powder from the chest of the robe and throw it into the pan. The old lady had a strange laugh as she threw in more extra herbs and boiling pans in a large slice.

"... that woman looks more like a witch than me."

Tenting, I looked at the old lady, and Eileen squeaked.

"That's odd. I was just thinking the exact same thing."

Across the tent, on the other side, tapping the pile into the ground, Kay. Put the hammer aside and tie the rope of the tent to the pile, while keeping an eye on the square.

An old woman full of suspicious wrinkles, spinning a huge pot of hot air. Of course I'm not a witch or anything, I'm a Holland relative who's a pharmacist in this caravan. It seems that the name 'Hydemarie' is familiar to all the caravans as' Marie's Lady ', or simply' Lady '. Age is over seventy, which, by the standards of this world, was a fairly long living category.

"Lady, aren't you there yet?

One of the merchants called out softly as he finished tenting and seemed out of hand.

"Phew, phew, don't rush, we're almost done..."

In response to Heidemarie, oh, and the men. Heidemarie has been fighting a big pot for a while now, not refining any drugs, but making dinner risottos for everyone.

Slowly starting to drift, stimulating appetite, good smell with multiple herbs mixed together -.

"Heh heh, okay, if you put mushrooms in here, you can't do it...!

Heidemarie takes the dried mushrooms straight out of her robe pocket - Kay and Irene were worried that the hygiene was okay - but tries to throw it in the pan.

"Wah! Wah! Whoa! Wait, wait! No mushrooms, no mushrooms!

But at that moment, Holland flew like an arrow from the other side of the square, pounding the dry mushroom off Hydemaree's hand with momentum.

"Ahhh! What, what are you doing!

"That's my line, Grandma! Come on, how many times do I have to tell you! I can't have mushrooms!

"So I guess I won't drop it! If you're not comfortable, you can avoid eating!

"I can't! I just saw it in there and I can't eat all the contents of the pot anymore!

"Ha ha! You're not a child, and you're not ashamed of a good old adult!

"So... kara! Give me a break, I don't know how many times this explanation has happened! Are you busy, Grandma?

"What the heck!?

Shaking up the tree belly and crowning High Demarie, Holland holding her forehead down so she could have a headache, the two pinch the pan and start a mouth fight softly. Those around you watching for it while you stare at the empty stomach, like a man.

"Is Holland's husband such a bad mushroom?

"Apparently."

"... uh, this is a little wacky."

Dagmal, who was nearby, looked sinister at Kay and Irene, who looked somewhere frightened.

"What do you mean?

"Nah. You know me and Holland are childhood friendly. When he was little, he usually ate mushrooms. But when I was a kid, Holland and I went out to the woods, and we hunted mushrooms together..."

pompous, and cheeked awkwardly,

"I picked the poison mushroom by mistake. Holland ate that. After three days and three nights of fever, I managed to save my life... but the mushroom hasn't worked since."

"That is……"

Turning a blind eye to Dagmal's commentary, Kay and the others make a face that looks pitiful.

"Trauma."

"TRAUMA? What is that?"

"It's a physical and mental shock, a wound to the heart. A soldier dying on the battlefield can't fight, he can't eat mushrooms like his husband around the food... that's what I call 'trauma'"

"Well, I didn't know that."

Dougmar nods as impressed by Eileen's commentary.

Such Kays, Holland and Heidemarie apparently settled in the direction of not putting mushrooms in. Tonight's main risotto is finally complete.

The face of the caravan gathered around the burning fire with a wooden vessel in one hand, rattling his belly. Kay and the others get a risotto on the vessel they prepared as well and start eating under the tree by the tent.

"But you know what, you can't get through words sometimes."

Irene, pulling in the shadow and risotto. Of course, Kay and Irene are speaking English right now.

"Oh. I never thought it was in the game, but even when it comes to the same English, I guess it's a different way to be established as a language"

To Kay, who nodded and replied, Eileen leaned her neck with a sigh of relief as she twisted her own salami.

"Is' trauma 'of Latin origin?

"No, I think it was only Greek. There was no Greek-speaking language in the game… maybe Greek itself doesn't exist"

[DEMONDAL] was a game developed by Nordic developers and the operating company was UK Capital. Since more than 80% of the player population was inhabitants of the European area, the main language of the game was set in English, but at the same time areas and ethnic groups catering to several European languages were implemented, such as the people of the snow fields (Roski), the people of the plateau (Frances) and the people of the sea fields (España).

"But French spoken by my husbands is Latin, if you trace their origins. Why, if you followed Latin, wouldn't you go to Greek?

"Hmm. Even if it's not in direct form like 'trauma', there must be a lot of vocabulary of Greek origin in English as well. I'm linguistically interested in how this language was established..."

"At Wolvern's library, I looked into that, and it might be interesting, huh?

"I'd love to try it if I had the time...... but academic English is a little hard for me"

Eating up the contents of the vessel, Kay sighed small.

Kay is an acquired English speaker.

At the dawn of VR technology, Kay has learned tricks and English from a relatively young age to interact with patients with similar conditions around the world. Thanks to this, I have had the opportunity to touch living English and other European languages far more than ordinary Japanese children. Speaking of English only, I am able to speak fluently at a level that does not interfere with my daily life. However, I was not comfortable with academic English, which was largely marginal, basically because of my language skills due to beating up in the field.

"I'm not bilingual... I envy Eileen."

"Even if it's bilingual, I'm not wacky that English is perfect, am I?

Irene shrugs her shoulders with a lighted look at Kay, who turns an envious eye.

"It's only because my mother tongue is Russian… I miss Russian."

Out of place, deliberately, Eileen sighs and shows.

There, abruptly.

"- \оссссссссссононона"

Words thrown from behind.

They look back like they were played.

"... you,"

Kay swallowed the words.

What was there was a blonde man with a thin grin and leaned against the trunk of a tree.

- At noon, I saw it during the carriage repair, it was that young man.

"…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

With a surprise look, Eileen asks.

"а, ассссски"

A young man nodding with a face. Eileen further stated that

"I'm stuck! Find me."

"Á, ñó, ñó, ná, ná, ná, ná." What do you mean? "

"Find me"

"Thirty-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-thousand-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-t

"Find аск. Find me! Find me! Find me!

Irene and the youth have a Russian conversation, in a delightful way.

…………

One, Kay, who was left behind, had an unmistakable expression of confusion on his face.

"- Excuse me, Kay,"

Not so much, I noticed Kay was eating the basketball, and Eileen put it back in English.

"No, no, the..., you surprised me. Are you a people of the snowfield?"

With a giggling smile, Kay looked at the blonde youth.

"Oh yeah. You and I already met at noon."

Niyah, and fishes up the edge of his mouth, and the young man offers Kay his hand.

"Regards, my name is Alexei. A warrior of the people of the snowfield."

"…… I'm Kay. Nice to meet you."

Gu, and hold Alexei's hand, and finish introducing yourself briefly. Alexei had a pretty good grip.

"Alexei, too, is he an escort?

"No, I'm a warrior, but I'm not hired as an escort. It's just that I know Pierre's husband personally, and I was supposed to be able to get him on a carriage to Wolvern."

"Well, I see……………………."

While nodding vaguely, Kay tries to look for the next topic.

But earlier, Alexei turned to Eileen.

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"... Find me, Find me, Find me."

"серерено. асасарорена нано"

Beginning again, the reward of different languages. I can't feel room to pinch my mouth in a flowing conversation.

Just looking at the two people who spoke with pleasure, Kay remained silent and stuck something like a loving laugh on her face.

"Hey, Kay, you got a second?"

And, at that time, from the other side of the bonfire, Dagmal called Kay.

"Excuse me, but I need to talk to you about tonight's night shift and work. Come here for a second."

"Oh, yeah, okay."

I can't help but call my boss, Kay gets up again. And I shook my gaze like I was lost and turned to Eileen.

"- Well, then, I'm gonna go for a little while"

"ессторонора, аненанана... Ah, yeah." I'm going to need you to find me. "

Eileen sees Kay, but continues her conversation with Alexei.

Kay felt, for a moment only - Alexei had a funny look on her face.

…………

Something indescribable, alienating.

Driving it, all the way down to the depths of her belly, Kay turned her back on the two of them.

†††

Edda looks at the flaming lights that blast with puffiness.

…………

Here, and I glanced across the burning fire.

Under a small tree, a pair of men and women who talk to each other intimately.

Eileen and Alexei.

"... magic, I said you'd show me"

Eh, and pointing my lips. As a matter of fact, Edda has been waiting for some time for the magic to be unveiled, but she doesn't show any signs that the Irene's story will ever end.

Though I think I should go ask for it directly... the young man in leather armor talking to Eileen felt terrible. Is it because of your face or because of the atmosphere? Or - apparently because he is a people of the snowfields?

(But your sister, she's not scared of anything)

Eileen speaks fluently the language of the people of the snowfield. Still, I only had the impression that she was a 'sweet sister'.

But the other guy, he's kind of scared. I mean a crude beast, I feel that atmosphere.

(…… the other brother, though not afraid)

The brunette who had been with Eileen since noon still had sweet eyes.

But the brunette, too, is now in the tent.

I pinched him in my ear talking to Dagmal earlier, but he seems to be in charge of the night shift later this evening. In preparation for that, he said he would get some sleep early.

Greeting Eileen before going to bed, but not having her deal with her much, and walking into the tent with great loneliness, was like a bear who missed the bait and went back to the nest hole.

(What kind of 'relationship' is your brother and sister?

Second, Edda thought about that.

- Are you a "friend"?

- Or, are you a "lover"?

He was just a friend, Edda said. With no interest and pure curiosity, Edda dreams of getting along.

"……… hmm."

I tilted my neck and looked up at the sky, but while I was doing so, drowsiness struck me and eventually gently flushed "Ma, no".

"…… Edda or. Is it time for you to go?

Fluffy, and wrapped in something warm.

"…… Grandma"

I don't have to look back, I know. Bobo's robe, thin arms full of wrinkles, and a fluffy leftover incense of sunshine. From behind, they're hugged by Hydemary.

"I'm not sleepy yet."

"Heh heh heh, let's do that"

To Edda, who was strong, Heidemarie just laughed small.

"…… Hey, Grandma."

"Yeah?"

"People of the Snowfield, but what is' Snowfield 'like?

"…… That's right."

Heidemarie often thinks as she strokes Edda's hair sitting on her lap.

"The Snowfield is an area that stretches further north than Wolvern, the Duchy, to the 'North' beyond the border, and is surrounded by mountains. Well, very, very cold. Summers are cool, but winters are long and harsh. The people who live there, the people of the snowfields, hear of strong people who can't beat their environment either"

"Heh. But why do those people live in such a cold place?

"In the far ancient times, it was a lush land… Why do you still live there, because it is still a land that you have inherited from your ancestors?"

"Phew."

"…… oh. Besides, it might have something to do with the secrets they use."

"Hijitsu?

"-" The Seal, "they call it. It seems that at the price of so much danger to life, the business of harboring the soul of a beast and exerting its power like no other person. I don't know the details, either."

"I wonder if it's magical."

To Edda's solitary question, Hydemary roars small.

"Even the people of the Snowfield can only use a limited number of people. However, it is only certain that the warrior to whom the user is given the" Seal "will be stronger than a normal warrior."

"You know what?

"Once upon a time, no. Only once have I met a warrior of the people of the Snowfield, who was engraved with a 'crest'. It was as strong as a god. There are many such warriors in" The Land of the North "?"

To Heidemarie's words, Edda let her eyes shine.

"Wow, I want to go"

"Heh heh, that might be a little dangerous."

Trying to get Edda's curly hair done with her fingers, Heidemarie strokes her head slowly.

"Before the Battle, the Principality waged war on the people of the Snowfield over the secret art of its crest. Now, because of the battle, it's almost forgotten in the Principality. Even if the battered side completely forgets, the battered side will not forget the pain - I hear that there is still a deep resentment against the Principality in some land"

"Yes, what is it?"

Edda nodded vaguely,

"…… that's annoying."

Pompous, I groaned small.

"Right, to Edda, it might be a little difficult. Guys, it's what grownups do."

"…… So I, too, will when I grow up?

"Heh heh heh. That depends on Edda."

Edda, leaving herself to the comfort of being stroked in the head, yawns small, heh.

"Come on, Edda. It's late at night...... it's time to go to sleep"

"… I'm not sleepy yet."

"Phew, yeah."

Heidemarie just laughed small.

The night is warm, deep and wraps everything up.

in that darkness, inviting a gentle sleep,

Slightly, loosely, rinsed.