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sevda always found it difficult to keep up with noah. probably because he’s just a five year old boy who wants nothing more than to play and run or perhaps running is not an activity she does volunteering. sometimes she wonders if he was purposely trying to invade her when they are out and about. but at least he was happy, at least he had a huge smile on his face as the young boy played in the park. however as they are walking home, that smile has disappeared as the young boy starts dragging his feet. when she offered to carry him, he insisted he could walk himself. probably so he could walk, slower...and slower..

and just as she expected, he takes off running. giggling as he runs past her towards the door. it’s amazed her at how quickly their emotions can change in a span of a minute. the young boy reached up to the door, able to pull it open and darting inside, closing it behind him as he giggled the entire time. just in time for sev to reach the steps. well, at least he was happy once more and that was enough to bring a faded smile on her face. sev carefully opened it, peeking her head in. “ boo! ” another fit of giggles from the kid as she swung the door fully open, another reason for her own smile to take it’s place on her face.

they stand in front of one of her best finds. surely, she had found some great treasures in her younger years. her mother often called it a hobby, if only she was still alive to see it become a paycheck. 

“so, i’m sure you can see what this is.” she’s beyond excited. this was a rare one. three investigators, a bribe and a easy purchase off of ebay. “seller says it comes from an  appalachian witch. she apparently inherited it from her family. they’ve long since left. i’m sure you can add this to your collection.” 

she stares at the old and withered quilt. patched up over the years by the obvious stitching. the uniqueness of each square pattern speaking of old folklore tales. 

“it’s on me.”  

"hey sugar.” she mentions towards birdie. a face she’s happy to see towards the end of the day. taking a few steps down from her porch she gently wraps the light blanket around her form. the sunset offers light between the two. it was her favorite time of the day. time to unwind and settle before silence of the night. birdie was anything but sugar and she had every right to be.

the two women were cursed by this place. it had robbed them greatly and in the end it was the only thing that could possibly unite them. this was the usual meeting place. outside of the cohle estate. such a lonely place. 

leona offers a soft smile. “your mama decided she wanted to go to sleep early. I saved a slice of pecan pie for you in the fridge.” a soft breeze moves a blonde lock from her face. “she had a bad day today.. just thought you should know.” 

Well, Ches had managed to see the other two North children she adored since their father’s disappearance but there was one in particular that she hadn’t been lucky enough to run into to check on. And maybe it was crossing a line to check in on Serenity, but she was worried... and so, she figures it wouldn’t hurt. She could always try to pass it off as an accidental run in, bumping into her when running errands or something. But then she sees the girl, and she can’t help but throw away her plans. “Hey Ser. I know we’re not supposed to talk, but- would you mind if we- please?”