cyrus sighed and laid back down " so im never going home."
"When it's safe, I'll take you home. But in the mean time….you'll be staying here."
Cyrus nodded, not wanting to cause any more problems today
"Is there anything you miss about home?"
“ the comfort, the smells.. dads cooking..”
The floor board started shaking again. A little clock popped up from the ground to show the time, Lux stretched her arms in the air and looked down at the floor. "Thank you Casita. Well kid, I need to help out in the kitchen. You wanna come down and help?" Casita tapped the ground under Cyrus feet.
“ alright alright I’ll help!”
Lux starts laughing. "Looks like Casita has a new friend." They started head down stairs.
Cyrus followed silently, his wings trailing behind
The area looked different. It was more homey and lively, with more people around. There was a tall, dark man in a button up shirt and a long wavy skirt was dancing around with Brooklyn, his hooves tapping on the tile floors to the light jazz music playing on the record player. A small girl with long white hair, almost dressed like Brook, was drink tea with a tall, pink-hair siren wear a coxy sweater with mushrooms and silk pants. The energy was so calm and relaxing, with a warm atmospheres.
“ wow..” he said softly
Lux spoke aloud. "Everyone, meet Cyrus." Everyone gave their own version of hello.
Cyrus waved and took to keeping quite
Yumi, the siren, gave Cyrus a bottle of water. "Hey, I'm Yumi. We're making soft tacos and enchiladas."
“ nice, can I help?” He asked, taking a drink from the bottle
"Of course, uncle Baxtor is making the salsa. You can help with that." He gave Cyrus a bowl of vegetables to stir with Baxtor. Baxtor was a sweet, lovely man, and would get to know Cyrus in the process of cooking.