[littl3chocobo]

the sun had hit the highest peak by the time he had thought to go in, he passed the still crying other without a word and knelt by his bag, from it he pulled a bit of paper, not parchment, a tablet board and an ink set. he sat on the floor by the other and putting the grind in a corner of the welll ans dabbing it with corked water, his pen-well soaked up the mixture and he put it to paper. the other stpped crying and looked over at what he was making, luka said nothing and continued to draw from memory the little doodles from the diary only he substituted each wold for a bushy-tail fox