A girl paced impatiently by the entrance of the cave. The light breeze blew her light brown hair behind her like a wave. Her white cutoff wife beater tank shone in the sun. Her baggy tan camouflage pants almost matched her skin in the light. She squinted against the sun and cool wind, adjusting her small glasses and scanning the distant road. Her son sat by the entrance, cross-legged on a large boulder, finding his nails suddenly very interesting. "Mum, when are they gonna get here?" She rolled her eyes. She had already been through this before. "I swear. You're just like Khay." The boy took this to offense. "I am not!" She found his pouting face amusing, chuckling softly and crossing her arms. "I didn't mean that way, silly."
She looked him over. He looked to be about sixteen, but he acted much younger. His raven-black hair was braided halfway down his back, with a few loose strands hanging in his face. An olive-green long coat flopped around in the wind, the hood laying flat against his back. He fumbled with the hem of his black jeans, trying to pass the time.
"Don't look so bored. It could've been worse." A sly grin spread across her face. "I could've brought your sister." The boy looked up suddenly, horror apparent on his face. "You wouldn't have." She laughed. "Oh, I would. But! I'm a bit less cruel than that." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "If I had to hear her babble on about that Philosophy of hers for one more second, I'd explode."
((OOC: Alright, Duskie. Don't ask how my charrie suddenly turned into a Kuhna. XD I'm going to explain that some other time. Apparently, her son's still trying to figure that out. Yeah. o-o))
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