Mardas isn’t my grandfather, but we have been good friends for a long time. He takes me out in Mahani’s Song, his fishing boat, many days in the summer. He has tried on many occasions to teach me to whittle, but all I’ve ever gotten is a useless piece of chunky wood.
Not only would this teach [name_f]Paige[/name_f] everything, but it would also be a tribute to the late [name_m]Jon[/name_m], and [name_f]Lucia[/name_f] didn’t care if it was a flop.
“Avora! You’re late! Mauryn and Raydia are sure to have taken our seats by now. Oh, hello there, Lindarr. How are you this morning?” Baira speaks in a fast-paced tone. [name_f]My[/name_f] mind scrambles to keep up with everything that leaves her mouth. She is very much a morning person. At the time she finds most of her energy, I find all of mine has left me.
I focused on the warmth of her hand against my wrist. Carefully, I began to channel her energy towards myself. I knew I’d succeeded when her grip felt more like frozen dew on cobwebs than her firm, freckled hand.
I gaze out over the crystal, turquoise ocean. It’s a shame so few boats ever pass by. [name_u]West[/name_u] Nabai hardly gets any visitors, and the only thing out on the ocean were the gentle waves and fishermen and their boats. I waved to Old Mardas who sat in a row boat and didn’t see me nor wave back. Instead, his focus was on his knife and whittling wood.
It was cold, which wasn’t unexpected. It was a [name_u]November[/name_u] morning in [name_f]England[/name_f], after all. But it wasn’t the gentle kind of cold you get when there’s a slight breeze. The wind was biting, and nobody describes any bite as gentle, do they?
Charlie sees her every [name_u]November[/name_u]. The exact date always changes, but it was always [name_u]November[/name_u]. She just was beautiful everytime, long hair pulled up into a loose ponytail, soft deathly white translucent skin, and dead piercing eyes. [name_u]Charlie[/name_u] wonders when she would finally leave them alone.
“Huh?” Krampus asked and looked behind him. When he turned back around, he saw that Cartman had run away, leaving the front door open. The goat man shook his head and commented, “I get at least one of these every year.” He shrugged and got ready to chase Cartman. “Oh, well. At least it won’t be boring.” Krampus then dashed out the door after his target, making sure to close the front door behind him.
“No, it’s okay, I get it,” [name_m]Xander[/name_m] sighed, standing up from the bench, “I just need some time alone, I’ll see you at target practice later.” And with that he walked away.
“Okay, everyone,” said [name_m]Roderich[/name_m]. “Let’s go look for the stupid Grail.” He started the car and drove out of Hetalia Falls, out of Suujiku.
“It’s not called the Stupid Grail, [name_m]Roddy[/name_m],” said [name_m]Alfred[/name_m]. “It’s called the Holy Grail! Dummy!”
A sudden jerk woke [name_u]Hali[/name_u], as the sleigh slowed to a stop. She snorted ungracefully, as her head slipped from its perch on [name_m]Xavier[/name_m]’s shoulder.