ANOTHER GOBLIN'S BRIDE
White shirt underneath a maroon duffel coat, black pants and a brown winter boots.
“Don’t leave the dress, we can trade it for money.” Amethyst suggested and I nodded.
When we reached the end, we were welcomed by the calm current of a river. The sky was bright and clear. The weather was different from Land of Marchan. The trees were just in average count. Rocks were more abundant, especially the white big ones. Birds were chirping and when you follow the river’s flow at the far side, you could witness the ladies in aprons who were doing their laundry. This must be the laundry place of the land.