Nono pulled his little wooden handcart with him as fast as he could. It was packed full with linen, the fluffiest blankets in his home and a bunch of his pillows—all of which carried his scent. On top of them all was his beloved Cygnette Youra. His walk to Nene, who lived right down the path from him, was usually done within a few minutes but with the added luggage, the walk there felt like an eternity.
(He was bein...
