𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐄 , minecraft tribute

<3 ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 ❞

"Dude, this place is so fuckin' homey," Lia states as she and her two close friends walk about the ragged streets of the large village. A couple of children bolt past them, causing Chayse to shriek momentarily.

"Our home was homey," Miles corrects with a hint of venom in his tone as his mind drifts back to the night that had led to this. Lia doesn't hear his quip, enraptured by the vibrant life and friendly smiles of the villagers going about their daily life.

A few minutes went by of the close trio simply seeing the sights as if they were tourists from a far off land. And they could be, for all they knew. Or they could live just down the road.

They had no clue.

"If we lived down the road I'd think we'd recognize this village. And I'm decent with faces," Chayse notes.

"Okay, so we don't live down the road. That was an exaggeration."

"Don't use that word," Lia scolds, "I don't know what it means."

"Which word? Road?"

The three decide to pause in the center of the small town, where its well rests comfortably. The shiny yellow bell rattles oh so quietly in the soft breeze that the day has brought. A blacksmith and fletcher on their break stand next to it, gossiping about the armorer (nothing too rude; just about how she had gotten a lot of business lately). Lia asks the two about cheap or free food, and they tell her that the farmer's market is opening today, and everything is marked down and insane amount in order to celebrate.

After the two went on their way, the three jump onto the ledge of the well in order to rest their feet.

"What are we gonna do now? We don't know where home is or where we are. We have no Minecoins or emeralds or anything else to trade," Miles begins to ramble, repeatedly scuffing the soles of his feet against the ground. Chayse swings her legs about, for they come nowhere close to his.

"I say we just chill for a day," Lia offers next. "Ours brain probably need it. Who hit their head? I hit my head. Concussion central right here."

"And then we go home? Rose is probably hungry," Chayse comments sadly.

"Sure. Home." Miles smiles in slight victory, happy that he was not the only one that preferred their little ranch.

That is when the cartographer walked up to them.