Zach made this mud doll. Of course not for me, but he gave it to me. It was the time he took me to his home in Zenara. He himself had a stony face all day long. Every time I looked at him, he looked like the most lifeless being to ever exist. Not that he had no friends; he had a friend called Neka. She played with him and she did not differ from him and maybe that is why they got along together.
It was a bright morning after a rainy night. Soil on Heartbone cliff was soft and moldable and so they were both sitting together, on their own, making mud dolls. No, they didn’t invite me, but it was unlikely that they invited each other or themselves either. So quietly, I sat beside the two and dug the ground for some fresh soft soil. As expected, both of them were least bothered by my presence
