Reblogged at Freeing My Muse
Despite the anxiety the wands had aroused in her, the Seeker found she enjoyed her time of fellowship with the villagers over supper. She had gone to the meal expecting to find herself beset by sinister feelings. But to the contrary, they were lovely, gregarious folks.
She listened with great interest to the activities that kept them busy. The market was a common affair. All sewed, carved, smelted, baked, grew according to their abilities and shared for the common good. There were also tasks outside the village proper to keep them busy. On the morrow the women were to gather at the home of a family whose crops had failed to thrive. They were going to plow new ground and start another kitchen garden for the folks who had several small children. Some of the women who engaged in making clothing were taking along new garments for the young ones…
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