Literature
loS | Keeping the Morale Up
Once his wounds were closed as best as possible and he had the chance to rest, Lunaro was on his legs again. He just couldn’t rest. Something that hadn’t been a problem before. Not even when Weevil had been a small kid. But now. The faint rumbling of the earth when the giant moved was a constant reminder. They weren’t safe. No one was. And nowhere. This was even worse than when he and Sol lost their home and their parents. At least that nightmare had ended as soon as it had begun. Rubbing his one eye, and then fixing the cloth that covered the scarred up side of his face, he stepped out into the homestead. He visited everyone who remained here. Checking up on everyone, of course starting with his children first. But after them he checked for Ilta. He hadn’t seen much of her since this all started. So he walked over to her home and knocked on the door. “Ilta? Are you there?”, he asked through the wood. “It’s me, Lunaro. I wanted to see if you’re okay.” - Despite the nagging feeling