Warm type of Soft and Sweet offerings

Mictla and their companions have roamed some of the places in the beautiful town they were currently staying in for now.

The reaper finds this as an excellent example of helping the child celebrate the giving the bread of the dead to loved ones.

Yes, technically they are already dead. But this type of life is different from what life was, it is the afterlife, a sort of example of purgatory in a way.

It isn't really purgatory but it is in a sense if you look at it.

Once they die, they go to the underworld to meet the lord of it.

The reaper approaches the child and crouches down to look them in the eye, the child questionly looks at him.

"Child." he starts, "I will teach you something about our culture but I must warn you of what you will see when we go to the place I will bring you to." he explained to Micta as they nodded.

"Okay Mr. Reaper! I'll try to learn!" Micta says with excitement to The reaper as he nods.

The xoloit dog has his head towards the path that they are on right now before being summoned to lead the way to the place The reaper is taking the child to first before going on the main place. Micta went beside the dog as it barked and went on to lead the child.

The reaper stayed behind for a moment, looking back to the town before looking forward and following behind.

They were infront of a bread shop, where the baker was baking bread for the dead. The reaper had ordered two for him and the child to give to their ancestors and family members. The hairless dog was laying down on the ground, resting it's head onto some dirt as it waited for the two to finish doing what they needed to do.

Micta was happily waiting for the bread to be made as the baker hummed.

Once the bread was done, the baker happily put them in a bag and give them to the reaper

"Teaching a kid about their culture as usual I see" the baker says with a knowing smile

"Yes, they are quite young and you will never know if the god of the underworld is going to let them stay in town or pass on." the reaper replies.

The baker chuckled before getting a small bag and put in a batch of sugar skulls inside before giving the bag to the reaper

"Well then, maybe putting some extra offerings won't hurt?"

"Hmm..I suppose it does not. Thank you, baker." he thanked the baker as they smiled and nodded.

"Take care of yourself, good luck."

And off the three went to the offerings place.

After 10 minutes of walking, they found it. The graveyard.

Micta was confused as to why they were here, isn't this a bad place?? The reaper approaches inside as the dog follows along. Without a doubt, the child followed.

"Why are we here?" The child asks.

"I will teach you about offerings to your ancestors. Think about giving a gift to your great great great family members." The reaper explains as they walked past many gravestones with many skeletons kneeling down, giving food or gifts as offerings. Micta was confused as to why because they're dead, they wouldn't eat the food they were offered.

Before Micta could ask a question, The reaper stopped. The child was confused and peeked at what stopped the hooded skeleton from walking, they got their answer by seeing a tombstone, it reached up to the dog's head and the writing was eligible.

"Give them the bread and little sugar skulls, child. Even if they cannot eat them. They'd be happy that someone thinks about them every once in a while." The reaper tells.