The sunshine turned over the mountain body, shining into the clearing within the mountain hollow. A row of bedsheets and burlap were hung on long poles, occasionally stirred by the wind, billowing and fluttering partially.
"Come, just like that."
Tilan and Ores, each holding a corner of the bedsheet, pulled it up and hung it on the clothes pole.
After hanging it up, Tilan shook it slightly, causing the water droplets to fall down.
Just like that, when the two finished hanging all the washed bedsheets and clothes, it was already noon.
After lunch, the two sat on the steps against the mountain wall, leaning on the slightly cool stones, gazing afar at the field outside that intertwined with withering yellow and emerald green. A gentle breeze occasionally blew through, and the sky was unusually clear and quiet.
Reclining on the stones, the young girl gazed up at the expanse of sky above, allowing her rarely tumultuous mind to slowly calm down.
