"Wyrdwood, huh?" Taza said, lifting her bag over her shoulder. "I hear that place is
very competitive. I'd be careful."
"Kartuun will be fine!" Randal exclaimed. "He has Finniss, he can beat people up if there's a competition!"
The woman laughed, shaking her head. "Not
that kind of competition, goofball." Grinning, she walked to the door and held it open. "Come on, we'll miss the carriage."
Randal looked at his friend, his eyes watering. "Thanks for saving me from those guys..." he said quietly. "I owe you. If you need, like,
anything, write me a letter, 'kay?" With a final smile and a wave, Randal would leave the room behind his guardian. "Bye! Write me even if you don't need anything too!" he called behind him. "Have fun at school!"
~Later~
Randal's heart swelled as he looked out the carriage window, sighi g as the city slowly faded into the distance. "You really think he'll write?" he asked quietly. "I've never had a friend who wasn't in the gang before..."
Taza smiled, gently stroking the boy's hair. "I'm sure he will." she said comfortingly. "You two went through a lot, people don't forget things like that."
Randal nodded. "Mm." he mumbled. His eyes began to grow heavy, tired from the day he'd had. "I'm not gonna, that's for sure..." The young dealer drifted into sleep, head resting on his mentor's shoulder...
~fin~