I keep reminding myself, this is a story, you can't just summarize what's happening. Something dramatic must happen, action, and emotion, and above all keep it short. That always was been my goal, to keep it short and still have something happen. Iana is still preparing for the upcoming fight, but at what cost?
#36 To Stay or Go
I found Aunt Rosemary standing near the far end of the long table. Several village men sat on one side eating a stew made old potatoes and dried leeks from last years harvest. I didn't run, but I wanted to. Aunt Clo sat near the fire knitting away, balls of yarn in her lap and all around her feet. Aunt Luna held one of the yarn balls and helped unravel it, all the while telling one of her outrageous stories to Aunt Clo. Aunt Rosemary was counting out seed packets, then placing them carefully in a large bag at the end of the table. I looked down inside it. She'd packed up her smaller tools, and had a sketch book and several thin journals. I don't know where she put her larger journals.
I noticed she wore a simple wool dress, sturdy boots and her long brown cloak rested on the bench. Traveling clothes.
"You're leaving?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor from my voice.
