Draven

"What took you so long?" my mother questioned me after greeting me the moment I arrived at Astra's compound, heading straight for the backyard.

"I have duties, mom," I snapped, earning a raised and questioning brow from my grandma, who sat down on the ground. Her eyes were directed at mine, scrutinizing me and reading me like she always did.

"Trouble in paradise?" she asked. I shifted my eye contact and shook my head. "No." I pocketed my hands, looking at a medium container filled with soil, four red strings, and charcoal. "What are these?" I asked, looking at the items again.

"These are the materials that we use...