"Psst, Adalia," I lightly shook my right shoulder. "We're here."
We came to a slow stop, sandwiched between two equally rusted and dented trucks, and as we swayed with the momentum, instead of rousing - Adalia slipped from my shoulder - landing as a soft clump of silver-grey atop my lap, then somewhere behind the thick bundle of hair and lethargy, I heard her begin to stir slightly, whispering almost begrudgingly…
"Trains… are… evil..."
Then like a warning to fill hearts with dread and ears with ringing, a blaring horn sounded off far in the distance, the air resonating with its ominous grating melody… and Adalia squirmed a little more.
"You got that right…" I said, wincing a little.
The truck sprung up a little as Ash slowly disembarked to the gravel pavement below, taking with her both bulging bags of luggage that she lugged about like they were nothing more than hollowed styrofoam or something.
And so ends this volume of the story. Umm, closing thoughts - I hope you enjoyed the arc despite some obvious glaring flaws.
Next arc, though I'm still quite sure what tone I'd be going for - I do know it'll focus more on the slice of life aspects earlier on. After establing these new relationship dynamics with characters, I figure there should be time to let it evolve, right?
In what whats, though? Guess we'll just have to find out together.
Anyway, once again, I seriously can't thank you guys enough for reading this far in, and I do hope you'll continue to stick around until we get to the end of this. <3