"ok" she really didnt care

"nothing much" she charges painting on the paper

Haran nods. "Oh, okay." He watches her paint for a bit. "Looks really pretty, though!"

"thanks." she says blankly. she never was good with kids.

Haran plops into a sitting position. "So, this is where you go almost every day, huh?"

"yeah its my little getaway." she said working on two pieces at once

"Neato!" he says, now laying flat on his back. "But aren't you scared of the monster from the elders' stories?"

(This "story" is a legend involving Iro's most powerful being, the fifth Devil known to mankind.)

"no why should i?" she asked thinking of the devil and what he or she must look like. "I would kill to get one picture of the monster if i'm being honest." she said smiling

What a beautiful morning, for a destroyed world. The tall, yellow grasses bordering the Aru camp are gently swaying in the wind. . .

Haran shivers. "Ugh. . .don't say that, Luca! Maybe he would want to eat us or something! No one has ever seen him, not even the elders!"