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 ˗ˏˋ  a few days after

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˗ˏˋ a few days after. 'ˎ˗

SOMETHING WAS OFF about her

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SOMETHING WAS OFF about her. Those words chased through the two girls mind frequently , both of them struggling to sleep.

Over the time Nell had came back, the two girls have grown fond of eachother, but both knew there was something tense between the two.

Navia stood restless in her small house, tossing and turning as she try to pin point on what was so weird about Nell Jackson.

She sat up from her bed, doing her usual morning routine, showering, washing her face, and getting dressed.

Slipping her shoes on she grabbing her small bag and headed towards work, a long day preparing her for a welcome back from the dead party.

She greeted the other villagers as she walked down the dirt road, the stench of dead horse still haunting the village.

The curly headed girl walked through the door of the tabolt, empty as they haven't opened yet. George sat on the steps seemingly stuck in her mind.

Roxy must've already left for work at the laundry house. Navia ruffled Georges hair as she walked past her, making the smaller girl perk up and follow her towards the back.

"Goodmornin' Navia." George spoke, sitting on the bar as she watched the older girl put her stuff up.

"Hey George, Roxy's gone?" She turned towards her, looking at the red head who nodded in response.

"Mhm. Dad said we got lots to do today. Party for Nell." George had addressed. Navia nodded before smiling slightly at her.

George was always her favorite. She was nice to talk to, and very smart for a small child like her.

"Let's get going then."

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