life 324

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by _Pandemonium_

by _Pandemonium_

We lived together this time, on a farm no less.

"I never knew you were the 'white picked fence' type, Nila." I teased as I cut some fresh out-of-the-ground carrots. We were having vegetable soup tonight - it had become a quick favourite of ours.

"Eh, what can I say," Nila said, stirring the pot, "I'm quite the stereotype."

There was a loud bang as one of our dogs came crashing in and smashed into a chair. It had to be the stacking chair (as in, we put everything we didn't have use for at the moment on there, didn't take long for it to stack into a huge pile). We both chuckled and Nila took a break from stirring to take care of the mess.

"Heya there, Pong, you okay buddy?" she leaned down only for Pong to lick her face and immediately run back outside. "Dumb dog, why that chair of all chairs?" she whispered, though there was only amusement in her voice.

I could faintly hear some clanks as Nila put everything back on the chair, however I did notice when she became very quiet. Turning my head I could see Nila holding the sword, a distant look on her face.

"The universe just likes to remind us, huh?" she huffed, not even glancing at me.

"How about next Wednesday?" I asked, my focus back on the vegetables.

"Wednesday sounds nice. I think the strawberries will be ready by then."