Who: Olie and Emil (Mchumba and Svana, briefly)

What: Emil and Olie talk, a talk that turns, somewhat, into an argument

Where: The living room of the Stave castle

When: Thursday evening

 

Olie picked up one of the pillows from the couch he was sitting on and held it up to his face. This is not happening right now, he thought to himself in frustration. Why me?

 

"Are you done yet?" he asked.

 

Olie slid the pillow down off of his face for his eyes to fall back upon his brother, Emil. "You're dead," he said flatly. Olie was still trying to get used to seeing his dead brother on a regular basis. Thankfully Emil didn't take it too harshly when Olie admitted, a few days ago, he wished he couldn't see dead people; it was messing with his head. After Olie had gotten over the sudden joy of being able to see people he never thought he would again, it became quite a burden.

 

The gardens within the castle walls were lush and full of large willow trees. Olie spent a considerable amount of time out in the gardens in general but he did have a favorite willow tree her preferred to lay under. If he wasn't listening to the swaying branches from the wind through the trees then he was surely napping.

 

Brushing his hand through the blades of grass, he looked toward the castle to see Vreni outside and making her way, it seemed, toward him. He was almost laying down so he decided to push himself up some so that his upper back was leaning against the trunk of the tree. "Afternoon," he greeted her when she was close, offering her a weak smile.

 

"Hello there," Vreni replied back once she was next to him. She knelt into the nearby grass and half-smiled back at him, "how are you today?"