Submission (#1356) Approved

Saga was near the edge of a small town in Bellmoril helping unload produce that had come in from the neighboring region of Faerindell. They were mostly squash and other vegetables grown in Faerindell’s fields but Saga always felt as though they seemed to fit into this region well. Some would be placed decoratively in baskets with some of the orange and red foliage that Bellmoril was known for. These displays were only temporary though, as the food imported into this region was put to good use. Trotting towards a shed with something similar to a golden corn cob in her mouth she just about tripped over a root with a few yellow leaves growing off of it. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance.

If it had been the root a few feet away it might have had more give to it. She could see the small red capped mushrooms growing off of that root at least. Heaving a sigh she lifted her chin up and continued with her endeavor. There were a lot of crates in the cart and while the adult elnin were working to unload the larger ones the kittoms in the area still had to lend a paw. No elnin would go hungry this miasma season the nobles assured them but one could never be too cautious. Not to mention Tetra was here helping out too. Saga didn’t want to look bad in front of her friend. Though Saga was always willing to help she had a tendency to push herself even harder in front of others.

A few times while toting various smaller squashes to the shed she got lost in her thoughts, once even walking into a tree and having a golden acorn fall from it and hit her in the head. Again her gaze upturned to the branches cloaked in the orange, red, and yellow hues with a silent glare as if asking ‘Hey! Why does this keep happening to me?’ but only silence followed. Back and forth she went until they had cleared the whole caravan cart and an elnin called for a lunch break. Saga sat down with Tetra on a little wooden bench in front of a humble small town home and the two of them ate mostly in silence, just watching the clouds pass by and enjoying the peace and quiet as the crowd had mostly receded for lunch.

Saga was tight lipped about her aching paws, that had grown sore from trotting back and forth at a quick pace on the cobblestone pathway. A few places on them were in disrepair and she had scraped a paw on one while rushing near the end of the task. Tetra always seemed to notice though. She ate her lunch and as Saga was finishing an apple she saw Tetra return with a pail of cool water to soak Saga’s paws. Tetra smiled warmly as silence built between the two of them and Saga humbly dipped her toes into the bucket. It was such a soothing relief. Shortly after the next caravan cart was pulled up to unload and Saga with some rest was feeling a bit better.

“Lets go help a little more and then go home to rest. They won’t mind after how much we’ve helped with already.” Tetra assured her, worried she would overdo it. Saga saw a large squash, like a pumpkin, sitting off to the side of a cart. With a brave skip she went to try to move the produce that probably weighed more than her. It wasn’t until Tetra joined her that together they had enough weight to carefully roll it towards the shed. “We’ve done it!” Saga announced, flopping down in a pay pile that rested in a corner of the shed. “We did it well too.” Tetra said proudly. They lay there for a bit, catching their breath before saying their goodbyes and departing back home. There were quite a few elnin in Bellmoril and their work today would definitely help feed them. It left the two kittoms feeling good.