Chapitre 21: Flor? Miss Florantine?

The leaves fell swiftly and silently as Lilith stroll the chair to the cobblestones that lead to the garden. The wooden chair came slightly tumbling passing betwixt the empty spaces of the pavement. It looked a if they were off for an adventure, a short one.

While the woman continuously cough, Lilith could not help but to worry rather it would be a great idea for the both of them to head in the garden, or to even let her out since she is not too well at the moment too.

Every passing wind that touches her skin, feels cold as ice. Lilith’s hands can not let go of the handle of the chair she is strolling in since she needs her full power to push it.

Lilith jests to herself she should have taken more care of her physical strength if she knew she will be doing this for her. A complaint it seemed but Lilith was rather happy to do so.

The rusty metal bars clanged as Lilith pushes the gate inward. “We’ve arrived” Lilith huffed.