Masks

A few days had passed. It was time to move on. Evendim was taxing on Stitches and he was determined to make it to Forochel. After all, it doesn't matter what happens so long as he can find his friend, he can be worthy of something. He traveled the road, ceaseless on the path alongside Bread, dragging his companion at his side by the reins instead of riding atop him.

The harvest is finally in, it was a race against the coming cold and the threat of rain. The hands of the farmers from the Northdowns that Crow and Nettie escorted down to work the fields were exactly what we needed. It is nice to have a full house once again, Mother is in her element with people to take care of and children underfoot. Watching the last of the barley being cut down was a weight off my shoulders, for to lose any of the grain due to lack of labor would be a failing on my part.