The Final Hurrah

Rose-Tinted Glasses

Four days went by of the same old cycle, go to work, come home, feed Phil, go to bed. Get up, go to work again.

Phil was becoming more of a pet than anything, although he cleaned, so that was a plus. Will began to notice more crows flocking around his house than usual, he'd often find Phil feeding and talking to them.

Will came home, the final day of the week, with his pay in his pouch and a sort of smile plastered on his face. Phil's eyes lit up when he spotted Will, "you told me after today we can leave."

Will nods with a yawn, "yeah," he trails off tired."

"What is it?" Phil sets the crow he had on his finger onto the couch.

Wilbur plops his pouch on the kitchen counter, "you can go buy what we need, I in the mean time, need a nap."

Philza seems hesitant about taking the pouch, but he does, sliding the small leather bag into his cloak. "I'll see you later, I guess," Philza bids farewell before walking out of the hovel.

Wilbur wriggles out of his sweater vest and button up, slipping on his usual yellow sweater. He lays down, passing out as his head hits the pillow.

Philza begins his walk into the city of Snowfall, a beautiful place, even more so during the spring with the blossoms in full bloom. Snowfall is best known for its winters, hence the name, cold harsh snows but the view. It's just magnificent.

Philza walks into a clothier, looking around for more outdoor-esque clothes.

A woman stops Philza to get a better look at his face before falling back onto her bottom. Philza offers her his hand and a warm smile before asking her, "Are you alright ma'am?" She just scrambled back, getting to her feet on her own, apologizing rapidly before practically running off.

Philza doesn't let it bother him as he continues to shop. He picked up a few things for himself and Wilbur, after paying for the clothes we went to get food. Non-Perishables if he could find them, like Jerky and not a lot but some bread, it would go stale but they'd have to deal with it if they wanted to eat decently.

Philza stopped in front of a sunglasses stand, and a pair of glasses stuck out to him, they looked like Wilbur's glasses, but the lenses were a pinkish color. He picked them up to examine them, then put them back, a soft smile settling on his face.

He went to pay for the food, counting the emeralds and grabbing two canteens for water as well. He spotted a map of the city and nearby ones as well, peering through it. There's a river that connects Lavienge and Snowfall, they could follow the river side for fish and water.

He set down the map and took the bags the lady handed to him. He stepped out of the store pulling his cloak closer to him. He would recount the things they needed and head to gather the remaining supply.

After he had what they needed, he stopped in front of the local news place. Which stood near the town center which stood a statue of a man, with long hair, tusks, a set of curling horns and a tail with a tuft of hair on the end like a pig. Philza felt drawn to such a statue and he walked over to the plaque to read it.

In cautiously etched out words the gold plaque read,

A Tribute to the Founder of Snowfall
Our God
Our Savior
Technoblade
God of Blood

Philza felt a sense of familiarity in the man's face. Made him feel warm. He was startled by a slender hand touching his shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts as he turned to the owner of the hand.

It was Wilbur, Philza gave him a smile. Wilbur cocked his head to the side quizzically, "are you okay? You've been standing here for quite a while." Philza nods, shrugging off Wilbur's hand. "I work right over there. I saw you through the window. I asked if I could leave early to check on you."

Philza nods again, "thank you," were the only words he could muster.

"You head home, I'll pick up stuff for dinner," Wilbur offers to the blonde.

Philza just adjusts his hat and heads home, he has nothing to say.

Did he once know that man? Was he perhaps a lover of Phil's? No, that's absurd, that was a different kind of warmth. Was he a friend of Phil's?

Philza settled onto the couch, questions pounding his mind.

Wilbur walks in with the ingredients for dinner. Philza had disheveled his hair with the thoughts, annoyed that he couldn't figure out who that man was to him. "Have you ever met Technoblade?" Philza spoke at last to the now cooking Wilbur.

"I've seen him in person before but I've never spoken to, he usually found himself in Lavienge with his best friend." Wilbur answered the blonde, not taking his eyes from the food.

Philza sighs, that answered one question but made for a thousand more, simply, he'd never been to Lavienge. Or so the blonde thought.

"We should follow the river to Laveigne, which gives us a source of direction, food and fresh water as well as a cleaning source." Philza wanted off the subject of Technoblade.

"Oh, alright. That works." Wilbur dishes out the food, setting a plate before Philza before sitting next to him.

They both eat their dinner in silence, their only focus is the wall or their food. Crows would come in and out, some flocking Philza, others trotting around the table.

Wilbur watched them, Philza hasn't explained the crows yet, they're kind of cute the more you look at them.

Wilbur finally lifts his gaze to Philza and Philza is whispering  to one of the crows and to Wilbur's surprise the crow seemed to listen.

Wilbur just shrugs it off and cleans up dinner, going to pack his items for their travel.

Philza packed up what he had bought and settled into the couch to get a good rest before they headed off.