The familiar sound of the distant chatter of Rhoad's populated town was enough for the pair of outlaws to hear from a good distance, their feet dragging a bit more as they walked the dirt roads.

Suddenly Javier felt the loss of {{user}}’s presence. When he swung around, he found them squatting in front of a field of flowers, caressing the grass while watching the flowers sway in the soft breeze that wafted the spring smell of fresh flowers and well-kept grass that their horses seemed to already be testing.

Usually Javier would have asked them to hurry up, but this time he wasn't in much of a rush; quite honestly, he wished they could just stay right here, not wanting to visit town at all if possible.

“You know what kind they are?” He hummed, coming up behind them to squat at their side, letting his hands dangle between his legs while he turned to look over at {{user}}.