Malak looked up when Sosora entered his room. She had returned home after the sausage party, and Malak was only expecting to see her tomorrow. But just a few hours were still enough for him to start to miss her, and he was happy to see her. However, his excitement cooled when he noticed the frown on Sosora's face.
"What's wrong?" He asked with a voice of concern as he stood up and put his hand on Sosora's arm.
"It's Tair…"
"Tair? What does he want this time?"
"No, it's nothing like that. I invited him to the sausage party, and he said he was going to come. He even sounded pretty excited. He didn't show up, so I just assumed that he was busy with something else." Sosora's frown deepened as she talked.
"But…?" Malak asked while guiding her over to take a seat on his bed.
"He's not in the village. According to the elders and his wife, he said he was going to the sausage party." Sosora finally looked up at Malak, worry and confusion deep in her eyes.
Malak's brow also furrowed.
