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Saren was busy tending to her garden, quietly humming when she heard someone clear their throat. "Who is it?" She had asked without bothering to turn.
"Just little old me." She would recognize that voice from anywhere, it was Dane, from town. He would occasionally stop by to get some vegetables in exchange for current news. "Potatoes this time?"
She had a basket washed and ready for him. "Yes, next time, there should be more. Hopefully." She sat expectantly for her stories.
"Well, I may have to wait a while before the next time I can visit. People are saying it's the end of the world, but there's not much I can do about it. No sense fussing over something beyond your control." When Dane told her stories, even the bad news would seem just a little bit calming. "There's a huge hole in the sky, and people say that it's dropping demons out of it."
"The Breach in the Veil. Corrupting, Catching. We don't want to go too. They can't pull us out if we're in here, with you." The Others were always so helpful, if she could keep them safe, why wouldn't she? "Because the people will want to hurt you if you help us." Hmph. She never did like other people too much. They never used her name, they would call her 'that Ox girl' as if she wasn't even there. She made her way to stand up, and the Others had helped her get her bearings.
She looked around and wiped off her apron, as if she truly could see. "Thank you, Dane. I'll be sure to look out for any trouble." After that, she heard his footsteps fade away. She went back inside to make herself dinner as she listened to the chirping of the cicadas outside. It was her favorite part of this time of year.
The Others, however, spent the rest of the evening fretting over 'the Breach' that had appeared a few days ago, if the pulse she had felt was any indication.