The sunlight streamed through his window and woke up Lucas with its brilliance. He yawned and stretched his arms up over his head before hopping out of bed. Best if he got to Boney and the sheep and take care of their breakfast before his own.

He had his hand curved around the doorknob when he could almost swear he heard a voice.

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It is difficult, sometimes, to really notice how much time has passed ( Read more... )

The house is nice and clean and there's cider simmering on the stove. The table has a small buffet setup with curry and make-your-own-riceballs ( Read more... )

It was a cold, peaceful Sunday and Lucas was out on a walk with Boney. All matters considered, things were going well. A roof over his head, plenty of food, and friends at Milliways and here. There's no denying that he's concerned about what's happening in Tazmily but so far the changes haven't been necessary or even necessarily bad ( Read more... )

"Mr. Butch!" Lucas calls as he comes up to Butch's pig farm. "I came to get some ham ( Read more... )

It's been a week since Mom died ( Read more... )

Lucas was back at his mother's grave after walking through the door. He found he didn't have to fake still being upset once he got back, the reality of the grave leaving him awash with fresh grief once more ( Read more... )

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This had been a wonderful birthday trip for Lucas. He had so much fun with the people he loved that it was almost sad that the whole thing was coming to an end. But they're headed back home to Dad and Lucas was excited about telling Dad everything that happened, almost as excited as Claus ( Read more... )

Lucas got out of bed when he heard Claus shouting, though he couldn't really catch all of it. Something about cute dragos being outside. Whatever it was, it was enough for him to wake up. He ran downstairs without thinking about getting dressed. He stopped to say good morning to his mom first ( Read more... )