an investigation on ruins

kaimana

how beautiful the leaves grow old

You're off somewhere looking at a particularly interesting patch of mushrooms when you hear a voice that is not your sisters ring out in the weird, abandoned space. Without much hesitation or thought to your research (mushrooms tend not to wander off that often; humans cannot be so trusted) you spin around, scrambling barefoot through the sandy ground and leaping over fallen rocks.

"Hullo!" Your voice catches up to them before you do, though not by very much. The new human-animal is not particularly tall, and dark haired, and a little pale, and seems incredibly friendly, a trait you can appreciate. Skidding to a stop beside your sister, you grin up at him, your freckled face and earth-brown eyes bright with curiosity. "Are you doin' research, too?"

how full of light and color are their last days