toe doesnt watch the sun set over the horizon; mostly because he doesnt feel the need to. calabash has been dead for over three years now, and now hes next in line. in line for what, he doesnt know.
didnt know. not until now.
since hes been back and residing in the dorlish woods, his mind has been racing over what could have been. he even thinks back to koark and the bottle woman, when was the last time he thought of them? who cared even? they were long dead- extranji, most importantly, out of the most who had mattered, died first. and then æthirus...
damn. why was he thinking like this?
"toe?" familiar. familiar voice.
"rice boy, yes. how have you been keeping?"
the small being looked around, and came into toe's vision. he had a knapsack strung across his back carrying Å“m knew what.
"what are you doing here?"
toe stalled for a moment, his body producing an odd number of clicks. "sitting."
"oh." rice boy took a seat next to toe, and pulled two sandwiches and some tea from the knapsack. "lunch?"
"how did you find me?"
the small body seemed to shrug. "something just told me, i guess." toe chuckled.
"rosemary?"
"ha. yeah." rice boy pulled out a few small berries and some plants, setting them next to the tea kettle, about to pose the question a second time to toe.
"lunch?"
toe looks at the sunset this time, now, because he feels like he needs to. its been too long since hes had lunch with someone lately.
he grabs a sandwich, and takes a bite.
and yeah, its pretty good.
