Varian and Vega continued on their walk through the bony garden. Brown and White were the only colors that existed currently. Vega left little steaming footprints as she walked. Varian brushed his hand against a dead rose bush, accidentally pricking himself on a thorn. Yanking back he shook his hand back and forth for a few moments, earning a judging look from Vega who was playing byherself. Varian smiled as he watched her, he felt like some kind of proud father. Even though he hadn't known her that long the two had a deep connection. Taking a few deep breaths Varian continued to watch Vega roll around in the snow. She was his currently his only friend, maybe he had some but he couldn't remember, as of right now, he and Vega were all alone.
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