Ethan
"Grandmother, they aren't going to wait for us forever, please hurry."
"Ah, shut up, I'm comin'."
On a random cold Tuesday morning, two regular citizens of Jade moved through the streets. One of them, Ethan, the younger of the two, tried to maintain a hurried pace as he worried the caravan they were set to be a part of would depart before they had the chance to arrive. The other, his grandmother Mina, walked at the same pace that she usually did.
It doesn't help that all of this is so heavy, Ethan thought, as he adjusted the bags full of their belongings that he was carrying.
"They've probably already left by now," he muttered.
"Ah, of course not," his grandmother waved a hand. "Even in times like these, no one would dare be so callous."
"Maybe, but I'd rather not find out."
