@corpseheâ
Unease, oh, unease â better words may and will fill the void, like trepidation, dread, anxious butterflies forming a tornado around the boy, but the first thought that comes to mind when she approaches is weight from such a small word. It sinks to the bottom like tons in water, and without chains being cut he wouldâve been dragged down. He shakes away the thought â because itâll nag him forever if he doesnât, and thatâs no way to help himself during the treasure festival â and he takes a step forward, shaking daring himself to bits.
â Excuse me, I â well, thatâs obvious, uh.. - Oh ! Did you want to request something? â ( Isnât she the gravekeeper? Why donât you keep wary? Why do you take this route, without caution without standing and not falling? ) â Miss Cate â â baker at the stand he was helping at in this uncrowded verge of the market, mustâve left him alone, and he shouldnât be surprised and he ignores this thought too- â just had to leave- she forgot something at home. Iâm standing in her place while she is. â
