22nd, Winter, 514 AV
Katelyn awoke to the sound of fervent pounding on her front door. It was dark in her house. Her furniture was nothing more than blobs arranged in the inky blackness. It seemed that her hearth had long burned out, leaving the cottage cold. She slipped out of bed, shivering when the warm blankets fell away and left her skin exposed to the air. Kat crept across the rough stone floor toward the faint remnants of her fire.
A few sad embers still fought for life, glowing in the bed built into the wall of her home. She added a few small logs--barely more than branches--and poked at the flames with another, churning the ashes. When they sputtered and died once more, she quickly retrieved her flint and steel to bring the flames back to life.
The pounding started once more on her door as she shaved bark off in the darkness, breaking up little bits of woods into tinder. Kat piled it on the weak embers, covering what paltry amount of light they provided, and struck the steel across the flint's edge. A great cloud of sparks lit the hearth for a moment before fizzling away. The knocking grew heavier and she heard a few voices arguing on the other side, muffled but distinctly male. Again she struck the flint, and again the sparks died in vain.
Grumbling under her breath, Katelyn moved the flint down closer to the tinder, practically lying it on top of the bark shavings. With the third strike they finally caught. The dry bark glowed with heat, a baby flame eating away at its fuel. She quickly stacked a few more smaller sticks on the pile and gently blew into the mess. The flame swelled and glowed brightly, snapping wood with its heat and warming her face. Smoke curled up into the chimney and she continued to add gradually larger pieces until a confident little fire was dancing in the bed.
"Katelyn!" a familiar voice from outside yelled, drawing her attention.
She retrieved her heavy winter cloak from its place hanging by the door and threw it over her shoulders, covering her half naked body. When she cracked the door and peered out, the faces of her brothers looked back at her. Their expressions were drawn and anxious. She looked at the two of them in surprise, then peered over their shoulders into the darkness.
"Why are you knocking on my door this early?" she hissed at them, but they didn't answer.
Instead, they pushed their way inside her home, shuffling through the doorway and finding some seats around her dining table nestled by the crackling little fire. Katelyn looked between the two of them with surprise and quickly growing apprehensive.
"What is it?" she demanded, and they looked at each other. There were only two of them she realized quickly, and her eyes narrowed. "Where's Garreth?"
It was Harris who finally spoke--the one twin who was present.
"That's why we're here," he began uncertainly, continuing when their eldest brother Daniel nodded at him.
"We can't find him. He and I had a bit of an argument a few days ago so we decided to give each other some space. He went off to hunt some coyote that were giving a few of the farmers trouble, and I stayed back here to help father keeps the sheep warm. But it's been three days now, Kat. Nearly four. We already tried looking for him some, but we didn't venture far into the woods. There was only two of us, you see. Pa' can't leave the animals and mum is about to go crazy with worry. We need you to come help us find him."
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" she roared back at them, feeling her tempter flare like the fire.
"It was only just a few bells ago that I finally started to get worried. He said he'd be gone maybe just a day or two, but it's going on double that now! We just got back from looking, but it's dark so we didn't stay out long. We were going to go try again come sunrise."
Katelyn was pacing now, distressed and sick with worry. She raked her fingers through her hair, trying to sort through the snarl of thoughts tangled in her head. When Daniel finally spoke, she reluctantly stopped to listen.
"We'll stay here until just before sunrise. Come up with a course of action, then go out and search. We know all of their usual spots, and Harris you know where he'd most likely be trapping. We'll make our way to every possible point then go from there. Alright?"
She sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed. For the next few bells they talked and prepared, planning what they would do and where they could go. Harris drew a few crude maps of their usual routes, then of the ones they only visited occasionally. The brothers left her to dress and pack once their course of action was set, returning later with their horses and gear. When the sky began to turn to shades of purple and pink in the east, they all set out toward the Bronze Woods, hopeful but afraid.