Today is the day the caravan sets out on its yearly journey to gather myrrh and keep the village safe for another year.
The caravan is all packed and ready to go. The others are aboard already, and seem likely to stay there for some time. I return, to pick up supplies.
Money is no longer something I have to worry about.
"Hey, Theia, you're Robbie's friend aren't you?" Says the Silkie merchant, referring to his son. "Why don't you check out what I've got in stock?"
I do, but there is little I want to purchase. Other families around the village greet me, asking for messages from their children, or their brothers or sisters.
"Does Lupe ever say he misses us?"
"Hey, Theia, how's Lilith getting on?"
I remain non-commital.