#anaisa

@kovani​

It was a nice spring night. Wyllow and Anaisa had decided to borrow their cerulean friend’s cabin up north, as a way to get out of the city for a while but also because Wyllow wanted to document the native northern plantlife to add to her ancestor’s book. Three days of it being uneventful, and soon they were piled back into the rented scuttlebuggy heading for home..

At least..the way they thought was home.

Wyllow had given Anaisa the map, as she needed to keep her eyes on the dirt road. “Uuuh... I think we turn left up aaheaad..?” she told her, uncertainty in her voice. 

Wyllow glanced around, not finding the turn or..any turn. “..is..the map the right way..?” she asked, glancing over at the other small olive. Anaisa stared over at Wyllow, her cheeks increasingly turning lime as she slowly gets the map turned the right away. Wyllow sighed, going back to watching the road. They were officially lost.

Wyllow pulled the scuttlebuggy off to the side of the dwindling path they were on, the two of them switching seats so that she could read the map for them instead. “not sure why i didn’t think this sooner..” she mumbled, periodically looking up, then down to try and match some landmarks. 

Anaisa turned the key. And then turned the key. With each turn the scuttlebuggy remained silent. “Uuuh.. the buggy won’t staart.” she pretty much bleated, trying it one more time. The two got out to check under the hood and..dead battery. “Greaat.. Aand we’re in the middle of unfamiliar woods too. We should’ve just caamped out neaar Kaani’s werebeaasts be daamned.”

Wyllow climbed up onto the roof of the scuttlebuggy and glanced around, before looking further down the dwindling road. “hey..i think i see..building roofs further ahead.. maybe there’s a uh..a mechanic..” she pointed out, jumping down and grabbing hers and Anaisa’s backpacks with their essentials. Anaisa wasn’t too thrilled, but they didn’t have much choice.