“When do you leave?”
A fair figure stood, her posture proud and hands clasped, as she waited patiently. Not far from her footing knelt another maiden, preparing rows of bundled rations.
“Orgaladhad...”
“So soon?”
“Indeed Naneth.”
Unclasping her hands she rested a palm upon the crown of the kneeling maiden. As such, the girl looked up at her mother and gently smiled; residing there awhile, whilst the birds chattered amongst the trees and the sound of a babbling brook nearby came to the fore.
