Timestamp: 10th Summer 513
Well, this was a treat! At least, for most of the family members and friends that were in the party of merrymakers, it was to be a day of having fun, even though they were not going to be completely idle. For Teague, well, she would have a certain amount of pleasure in being off and away from the daily routine of the farm. For the past year, her heart seemed incapable of finding any true, deep joy in anything. But on the surface, she could smile placidly and help the children and the older folks who were along for the fun. A cadre of maybe three dozen of the farmers from the Syliran fields were off into the Bronze woods, in search of truffles. The underground delicacy was much sought after, by the farmers and also to sell in the bazaar. The fungi were almost literally worth their weight, and then some, in mizas. In support of this, five or so female pigs – big and pink – were along too, on leashes, just like a dog would be. The lady swine had a particular nose for sniffing out the truffles, and would receive a small amount of the bounty as a reward for their assistance. It was something like a tiny holiday, between the rush of spring planting and the back breaking, intense dawn to dusk labor of the autumn harvest. Teague was looking forward to it on behalf of the others, for she still had a beating heart in her breast, somewhere, and she could still be considerate. But for herself, she saw it only as a slight distraction, from the constant grief of her loss.
They had risen well before the sun, and piled into wagons, and taken the Kabrin Road north, skirted about the city, and gone further, a short way north. Arriving at the spot where they always set about hunting, they had set out blankets to sit on later, for the mid-day meal they’d brought along. Then taking leather satchels, and bread and cheese to gnaw on as they ventured into the woods, they formed up into parties of five to ten, each choosing who they’d like to spend the morning with. Chattering and laughing, they set out from the wagons and began their search.
Teague had chosen to accompany two of her youngest nieces, her brother and his wife, and several of his friends. She meant to keep an eye on the little girls so her brother and sister-in-law could spend some time not having to worry about them. The morning was a productive one. The pig was quite successful in finding many truffles, they dug and chatted and told jokes and even sang. Finally come mid-day, it was time to go back to the wagons. For some reason, Teague had a hold of the sow’s leash, and the others had gone on ahead just a bit in front of her. when she felt a pebble that had worked its way into her shoe. Thinking it would take no time to remove it, she plopped down, but did not call out to the others to stop. It really was the work of a just a minute to remove her shoe, shake out the pebble and replace it. But the woods were thick right there, and when she looked up, she saw none of her party. Only the pig remained, patiently waiting for her to get up and move on.
Teague wasn’t too bothered. They were close to the wagons after all. She was sure of it. She had only to walk…that way. Right?
“I hope you have as good a sense for wagons and mules as you do for truffles,” she muttered to the sow. “Come on, let’s go. Show me the way.”
They set off, young woman and tethered swine, in the direction Teague knew was correct. Within five minutes, she had stopped, looking around, frowning. She couldn’t recall having seen that huge moss covered boulder before, had she? Her head swiveled about, the long dark braid down her back twisting this way and then that. Biting her lip, she looked down at the pig.
“Well, go on, make yourself useful,” she urged it.
The pig grunted, lifted its snout, lowered its snout and began to amble forward. Taking this for a hopeful sign, Teague gave it its head and trailed behind, looking around for any familiar signs, before calling out tentatively, “Hello? Hey – where are you? I had to stop – didn’t you see me? I had a pebble, in my shoe? Hello? Are you close by? Can you hear me?”
Walking resolutely forward, she was reluctant to admit to herself that she was, really, lost.