"I'll get food for that, okay?" With that he takes the girl and sits on the horse kept by the robbers as the horse moves at its own pace while they ride the horse, and the warrior controls the horse with attention. The girl is sitting in front.
Frightened, the girl reluctantly looks at the man for eye contact, but the man does not respond to the girl's eye contact. Determined to go straight to the point, he is staring straight ahead with a resolute gaze. Then, slowly, the girl glances at the man's artificial iron hand. She looks nervous, as if she's wondering what a horrible backstory might be behind this fake hand. What could have caused this? How painful was it?
The story of this amputation is certainly tragic.
Suddenly something seems to push the girl from behind. "Move this, little one. Move away. You're going to push me to death." With that, a strange little beast comes out of the man's pocket.
The tiny creature looks a lot like a beaver but has large ears and a small horn on its head. The most interesting thing is that the body of this animal is wearing clothes equipped with various mechanical devices.
The small animal has a small backpack on its back with two artificial wings mechanically attached to it. He shakes his head and curls his face and, in many cute ways, puts on a helmet and flies into the air. The mechanical wings continue to flutter in rhythm, which have been shown solely to give a sense of proportion.
Scared a little and a bit startled, the girl stared at the strange creature as if she were completely nervous. "Eh...??"
"Come on! I've finally found a place to breathe!" the animal says, sighing loudly as he flies, releasing an annoyed voice in its throat. In a surprised voice, the girl cries out, "Mucoon! How is this possible? Does it really exist?"
Double LED lights flashing in expression, wrinkling her nose and cocking her head as her giant olive eyes that shine like pearls, glaring at the creature known as "Mucoon", which is a race that the little girl has only heard of in fairy tales, but never seen, and perhaps, none of her family roots have seen it. She may never have thought that this rumor-mongering folktale, which was filled with rumors of various stories, would be as true as the truth embodied before her. But even if she didn't think so, she must have hoped deeply in her heart that the story of this fairy tale would not be false.
"Yes, inspect. I am real. Our race is world famous for engineering because we have deep knowledge of engineering that is beyond the reach of human grasp. They can only imagine and weave stories about it." Little mucoon continues to explain with great pride and pouts his face as if he is taking a selfie.
"Oh my god! So cute!" The girl exclaims with great joy as her eyes gets bigger and watery, but these are the tears of happiness. Her happiness is further proved by her red cheeks that are puffy as clouds. "A mucoon. I have never seen one." she says this as her googly eyes wobble around like curious bees, following the flying mucoon while he playfully flutters and swings around like a butterfly.
"Don’t mind him. He's just an annoying pest." The man comments, breaking her immersion.
The mucoon kicks the man's nose with his paws and says "Hey! Distance yourself, jerk. And, I'm no pest. My name is Olaf."
"Hey! We're on a horse. How am I supposed to distance myself, fool?"
" Then, you get off and walk, Roy."
Roy makes a silly a face, smiling like a boozer while he knocks Olaf down with fingers and blows him away like a fly.
Flying around as if he's a plane that is about to crash, Olaf reaches for the girl and hides in her arms and cries as if the child was asking its mother for justice.
"Shut up! I'm hungry here." Roy yells "Keep screaming and I'll boil and eat you instead."
"Stop yelling at the poor thing." The girl says as if she is truly the mother and the mucoon is her child.
"That's right!" Olaf adds.
Roy closes his eyes and shrugs "Humph. Stupid."
The baby girl bursts out laughing "He he he hihihi" The innocent laughter of a child is truly divine. It’s something so precious that it can melt anyone’s heart like a candle.
"What?" Roy asks with a dumbfounded expression.
"I thought you would be so scary." The girl's words are stuck because she can't stop giggling, and tears of joy are tottering in her eyes. Then she carries on "But I guess I was wrong. Since a mucoon is this close to you, you can't be an evil man."
"Hey, you sound like I'm a pet! 'Cause I am not!" Olaf makes a face like a grumpy cat.
Roy resists a smile, but fails miserably. "Heh. Is that so? I wonder...."
It is many miles from the known territory. Roy has never been so far eliminated from natural human development. A cold-blooded nature encircles them. There is no life around.
Broad and forlorn nature is prepared to gobble them up. The climate is quiet to the point that the sound of the pony's hooves hitting the ground resounds.
Occasionally, it very well may be heard that the sound of the breeze blowing through the dead trees as though they are whistling at them.
Everything appears to be so weird and baffling. Not the sort from the obscure secret, but the sort from the horrible awfulness. Trees, plants, stones, and water are completely covered in a melancholy air, and all that is by all accounts crying and shouting in torment.
There is only one path that seems to allow them passage through the area and it is riddled with deep pits and centuries of rain have washed away the earth, making them deeper and wider.
How could a particularly damp spot make due toward the finish of a particularly dry spot is a secret.
The trees are unnaturally still, as though the spirits of the actual dead have ended their perpetual grieving.
In the wake of intersection of the inconvenient path, they have entered a spot that appears to have some life in it.
The huge knolls on the two sides mix into the far skyline. The roomy blue sky wide high above, where the whirlpools of white clouds floating relaxed to a great extent, and the sun sitting in the sky, resplendent with the golden glow of noon.
Amid the vast pastures, there is a mix of all kinds of famous farms and artfully centered harvests that complement each other, and are cleverly placed in it.
In this way, in the wake of having voyaged a specific distance, the picture of a village has gotten ambiguously apparent. The young lady brings up the village with her sensitive finger and says, "That is my village. My home there."
Upon entering the village, Roy says, "It looks like a run-down place."
That is valid. The justification for this is that there is a spooky vacuum all around the town, and the townspeople don't have a lot of commotion, no ruckus.
The spider web homes on the dividers as though it is quickly multiplying. It appears as though the water hasn't streamed out of the wellspring for quite a while. The houses appear to be decrepit. The conspicuous impression is that there is no life here. An elderly woman sits tragically. She gives off an impression of being exhausted, depressed and appears to have no clue about the ordinary world.
Other than the diverted elderly woman, the principal individual they notice is an elderly man in a cap, wearing tattered out garments. The man broadens his eyes in shock, and advances— "Hey! Ruwi? Have you come back? But, why?"
The villagers seem to have withdrawn.
The many prying eyes taken cover behind the windows of most houses look like crows. Some come out frightened, however don't approach.
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