A man was laying on a hill, seeing and listening to a flowing waterfall. This man had never gotten sick of seeing this stream fall. The shining it created, the refletions too. The part where the water gently splashed onto the surface was his very most favorite part. He knew that he himself had started at this waterfall a thousand times before. Yet never received boredom even after all those times. 

The man had his hands on abdomen. He was calmed and was much in the mood to keep like this for hours. Til there came a voice from behind.

“Neilan, good mourning!”

His spouse had arrived before him. 

Shalia! Umm… hi!” Said the man named Neilan

Neilan, don’t be like that, I knew you had to be here. Your always here on most mournings.

Neilan shrugged. “Well, just like looking at the waterfall. It’s very elegant.”

“Well come now, let's eat breakfast.”

—

The couple ate their meals of mushed Hape and cups of sparkling water. Each sat with bent legs on bottom, by one another. Neilan slipped the rest of his bowl.

“Neilan, don’t do that.”

What? I finish my food like that. Its fine, Shalia. 

No, I find it kind of gross and you could make a mess.” There wasn’t much seriousness in her tone. So Neilan causally repiled:

No no no, I’m steady. See my grip on it, its firm.

“Okay okay fine.”

They sat in silence for a while, Shalia was half way through her bowl when she said. “What are you going to do today?

Oh, that. I might venture back to that pile I was making yesterday. Continue building it to the top.

The pile of sticks?” Shalia deposited her bowl and utensil to larger bowl of water. 

“Yes and its at a decent size now. About my height and a head. I soon figured small animals would prefer it as shelter for when there's rain.”

“Maybe you could make it big enough for the two of us to stay in.” suggested Shalia jokingly.

“Come on, Shalia. I’m no architect.” Neilan got up. “There I’m done now.” He set the bowl on upon the table. So, what’ll we do now, love?”

    “I think out around and through the trail. Though I must go see Tohana. She’s wanting to bring me stitching again.”

    Umm…

    “Don’t worry, I am fine with it, Neilan.”

    “You sure? Maybe convince her to-

    “No no, I’m alright.” She seemed to suppress a breath.

Neilan, not wanting very much to bother Shalia, said: “okay. I’m gonna head out now.

Good bye.”

    “You too.”

    They hugged and Neilan gave a departing kiss on Shalia’s cheek. 

Stepping on the smooth stone that had been trended upon hundreds of times before, Neilan eventually saw other people of his own kind and then the great wide outside that laid beyond.

Groups of several Tatuyas working, playing, doing whatever seemed what they liked to do. Now, Neilan. very much liked seeing this scene, these scenes. It really showed the diversity of his and Shalia’s home, Fela. He loved it, loved seeing it everyday, almost like the waterfall.

But now was not the time to be gazing at others activities. He needed to get to that-

“Affa! Come back!” A boy running from there to Neilan shouting, calling for his juvenile Cyel to return to him. The Cyel, from the last parts of it Neilan could see, appeared to have a thing in its mouth, the boy beginning to keep pace with it. Neilan got back to heading for the destination.

“Strange” thought Neilan while turning up another slump side. “That Cyel looked more wild than the ones I’ve ever seen.

Cyels are a rare kind of animal in Fela. They are one of the precious animalia, the most Desired animalia that could be found. Precious Animalia are chairished in art and play characters in stories. 

And now, Neilan was in a denser part of the forest, where vines laid, hanging with moss, untouched. Small saplings stood firm with great intent to become like the bigger trees amongst them. The air he was breathing was fresher and entered the lungs of Neilan with ease. Further still into this forest, trees became slightly more dense with each passing mile. Dark green now surrounded Neilan, but used to it like running up a small hill. 

Soon the only source of dim light here was from man-made patches of punched off flageage, necessary. He was almost there. 

 “Hey You.”

    Neilan spun around to the right, a pair of two children were drawing on a rock, an old rock.

“Children.”

“Supa (a word to speak to a man you don’t know), what are you doing here?”

“Why are you here, with your friend. Why did you call me?”

This child then began attempting, thinking, of some kind of excuse for his action. “We-I saw you coming Supa and I’m wondering, Why is someone this deep in the forest? And thus I called you over. I knew you would find us eventually, assuming the expected.” 

“But what are you doing?” Neilan came over, right, to see their unknown activity. But the other boy had covered the doing. 

“Suna, (Used to speak to a child you don’t know) move over now, please.” 

Not wanting to accumulate more guilt, the boy stepped aside. Behind him, drawings in clear blue and white gel paint. Neilan felt upsetness fill inside him. For this was one of the olden Rocks from the past. 

“You two! This is a olden rock!”

“IT is!” Freener, do you-” 

NO NOOO. Supa, I’m really sorry. Please forgive us for my terrible actions. 

“I’m sorry! Too!”

Neilan was still stern but understood the boy’s worries and pleas for forgiveness, it was just an accident. 

“I do forgive you both. But next time, examine the kind of stone it is before writing upon it, okay! 

“Yes, Supa!”

And make sure to call a cleansman to rid of this stain, alright!”

They appeared not to listen, still running towards lighter sights. Neilan reached down to see further more of these two’s vandalism. The names of Freener and Alosuex in bold visible gel glowed in this sort of darkness. 

The damage doesn’t appear to be severe. Oh well, I must go anyways, my pile is waiting…

He was finally here, the stick pile. The stick pile was dull. The area rounding it had no such trees in a 30 foot diameter. Some sticks stuck like spears, upward and sideways, hazardous, even the Yachis wouldn’t be able to land here. 

Shuffle here. Shuffle there. Careful… now it was safe. Neilan stepped aside to take in another full view. Plants, that were secreting oil, no, lotion. 

Asreas

Wide and short, blooms of orange and brightest yellow.

Chujins

And, lastly, there with whiteness so great, growing onto sticks decaying.

Tobarathfac

“Ugh, no.” Neilan had distress and stress growing inside of him. The sticks were infected and, for if he were to touch it, poisonous. Make his whole finger rushen up and puss would form and travel to his veins. Amputation would be required. This Tobarathfac needed to go, a stick would do the trick.