Snippet #2413912

Ayes had a weird dream. Something about a creepy pale guy and rift raffs or some crap. The creepy dude looked and sounded like the kind of guy the village girls would be obsessed with, they've been reading some really shady books lately. He couldn't blame them, there wasn't much to do now that the harvest is over, besides the men aren't all that good looking here. At least they're not pale and don't spew cliche lines, he shuddered at the memory of his dream. More like a nightmare.He needs to stop spending so much time around the girls.

The sun was already at its highest point in the day, but it was still chilly. This area was forever in the state of autumn, the tress eternally draped in cloth of red. Nightly they shed their leaves to keep their roots warm, it gets freezing cold on certain nights. Ayes has been in this area for nearly half a year, the longest and closest he has been to home in a while. He hadn't bothered to actually visit it at the peak of the mountain, but instead stayed at a village at the base. The small house he lived in at the village was rented out to him with the condition that he helped the villagers with work. With the crops harvested, he had too much free time on his hands and became incredibly bored, ,maybe it was time to move on, he had already paid his respects at the base of the mountain. Coming up with his decision, he stood up, shrugging off the blanket of leaves that covered him and then made his way towards the village. A gust of the biting cold wind paid the forest a sudden visit and blew a layer of leaves into the air. Bodies could be seen, evaporating into a black vapor, mixing with the red to form some strange but mysteriously beautiful swirls in the air. The cold preserved the rift raffs quite well.

"Where have you been all day Eyes?" he was probably asked a hundred times going back to his house. He just grinned and said he drank too much last night in the celebration and got lost in the woods, he ignored the fact that they still couldn't pronounce his name right. The village was quite crowded today despite there being no more crops to tend to, everyone was up to their usual tasks. The baker was bringing out a batch of his famous steamed meatbuns, the girls were still grouped at the bookstore reading their new strange book that wasn't so new because they've read it who knows how many times. Everything was normal, as if last night's events never happened, and the party was days past. Ayes opened the creaky door to the small but warm cottage at the end of the street where he had been residing for so many months. He realized that this was probably the first time in forever that he settled down in one place for so long, and decided it was actually pretty nice. He might actually miss the calmness of living here, maybe he'll come back one day, marry a girl and end his life as a vagabond. Naaaaah, no way, the girls here are too religious, pretty but not his type. Besides this was too close to his past and he still had places to go, people to meet, and landmarks to see before he laid down for good.

Before leaving the village, Ayes stopped by and picked up a few meatbuns for the road, and several bottles of granny's delicious honeyed and chilled leaf water. He left without any goodbyes or tears, but looking at the village at a distance and the smell of the still warm buns and coldness of the bottles of leaf water made him feel incredibly sad. Farewells with crying people weren't his thing but he had warned the elder not to not allow anyone up into the mountain for a while, he understood what Ayes meant and where he was going. The elder told him he was welcome back anytime. Clever old bastard, he was the village elder after all.

Ayes turned to the direction of the big city, maybe he'll come back someday, but for now he is on the road again and this meatbun needs attacking.
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