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Of Strings and Strength: Chapter XXXV
Up, up, and up the group ascended the mountains which had taken about an hour to walk to. From there, once they reached the specific slope, they would descend into the area where the folk of the woods dwelt. It was annoying though because Alna, her uncle, and friends would all have to ascend it in order to leave, and Alna just wanted to go home. And the more delays there were to getting home, no matter how necessary, only made her more irritable and more anxious.
“You know,” Tensy said as they settled to make a camp that afternoon, for they were hungry and tired and needed rest, “does anyone know what would’ve happened if we’d kept walking upon the south road?” None of them had had a map, and it was said so; she shook her head and shrugged. “What’s the point of having roads if no one walks on them?”
Calypsia tried to remember what she knew of the town’s history. As far as she, or Terri or Tensy knew, the town simply was and always had been. Older than the Patrion and his daughter, for certain, and according to Renald too the population was mostly war survivors and refugees. But they had to come from someplace else! But where? And when?
As this spot was known well, Helda and Geldon knew what sorts of berries to gather, and they shared fresh water and salted meat by their fire. Renald settled on a stump and took out his…
