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"I see," Jade mused. "But... what if something happened to me? Would you ever think about me?" She kept rubbing his ears, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Miranda was using a shovel at the road work near the forest. Her clothes were those of a beggar-- which, essentially, she was. She had left home, to try and strike out on her own. But now that she had been reduced to this condition, she was ashamed, and could not bear the thought of going home. And so she worked, trying to earn enough money to get a ticket to a new town, a new life.

 
He sighed. "Yha, kaykay."

"I would think about you always." He whispered. "Just as I think of Tettra and my brother, Sunni- always. As I think of what was once my home. My mind is vast- presently it is filled with all things past and present." He flicked one of his ears a bit. "How I use them, live with them- its a different story. But its how I am able to see Tettra though I am blind, and navegate the world though I cannot see."

(I apologize profusely, BG, but before I can reply to your secondary character I must first invent one to acompany her xDD)

 
(haha, it's okay. I have this whole plot thing before she reaches the forest. I just want to type it out to be cool xD that way she'll have a clearer back story.)

Jade wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his hair. "Sometimes, I'm glad you can't see me. I'm afraid that if you did, you might not love me anymore."

Miranda kept working, until she felt like her arms would fail her. Going to receive her pay, she beamed through the pain. She now had enough to buy a ticket on one of the horse drawn carts. The war had made it so cars and buses had been taken away and made into weaponry. She ran to the downtown stables, to get a seat to the countryside. Goodbye smokey, cloudy city.

 
"You know that I'm naturally insecure. It's my nature," she murmured, kissing up and down his neck.

Miranda now sat on a cramped, smelly, old fashioned carriage. She didn't even know people still used them anymore, she had only seen carts. This carriage, however, was basically just a big, rustic box made out of cheap wood. It had probably been planned to turn into a grand carriage. She sighed, cramped in with seven other people. It was bigger than a normal carriage, but with this many people, it felt like it was the size of an elevator.

 
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He seemed to be thinking again, like normal, and didn't readily return the affection. "In my experience, all people are beautiful people anyways. But that was before I came here, and I only remeber what I saw before my eyes died on me anyways, so... Hmn."

Crowded inside of this poor excuse for a transportation vehicle was also a young man, of about middle twenty, among others. He was shoved up against the corner, cramped, with little to hold on to but a scarf that he had removed to escape the stifiling heat- his wardrobe was worn on himself, An undershirt, a sweater, a jacket, and overcoat, gloves, black jeans, boots. Mess, shaggy black hair covered his red face, thin due to malnutrition- gray eyes reflected his discomfort. He kept to his own self, eyes narrowed to the wooden, splintered wall. As if he had anyone to talk to, anyways.

"I luv daddy." He whispered.

 
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