Triana Goes Home

Having no pocket to hold the vial in, but feeling that it was gravely important I not lose the precious fluid, I dropped it into the bodice of my dress. Knowing that the cinched waist would firmly hold it in place.

For now, anyway.

As we emerged through the village, Triana pointed toward Kirkin. Patting my shoulder reassuringly.

She wants to go alone?

“You don’t want me to go with you?”

Triana lifted her hands and shook them in a dissuading way.

“Very kind.” She touched the top of my chest lightly. “But very tired.”

I was tired. Beyond exhausted really.

“I can’t let you go alone. What if someone else like Timothy came along?” I worried. Still walking through the empty early morning booths of the village. Walking a bit faster as I realized that the sun would be coming up soon and early risers might be wandering out with their goods.

She gave a sad shake of her head to indicate she didn’