Pihu
It was late in the day when Pihu made her way down to the port. In her hands, she clutched a small box that she'd swiped off a stall when the vendor was distracted by another customer. It was a mancala set, and she'd already double and triple checked that all the stones were in there.
Making her way towards the statue that had been worn down by time, the sea air, and the countless hands of passersby and supplicants, she knelt before it. Placing the box down, she reached out to rub the man's arms. Then she took a deep breath. "Ludo, I brought you a game." Keeping her gaze trained on the statue, she shaded her eyes against the setting sun.
Making her way towards the statue that had been worn down by time, the sea air, and the countless hands of passersby and supplicants, she knelt before it. Placing the box down, she reached out to rub the man's arms. Then she took a deep breath. "Ludo, I brought you a game." Keeping her gaze trained on the statue, she shaded her eyes against the setting sun.
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
But I wish I could disappear
