Ruthy Blue's Story

Lilly finishes her garden tending. "These lilies look so pretty." She says softly. "I wonder what Ruthy is up to." Lilly gathers a few lilies and sets them in a basket. "I will be back yet again, my flowers." She waves good bye to her flowers before departing for her journey through the back door. "Ohen is a long ways from here, but I think I can make it before it gets too dark." She slips a knife in her belt before closing the door behind her.

The shrill cry of an animal awoke Ruthy. She leapt up with surprise only to let out a moan at her own stupidity. She had fallen asleep in the woods on a pile of soft crumbly leaves. If her brother were here, he would laugh and tease her again. But the air smelled pleasant and birdsong was in the air, dispelling any negative energy out into the spring breeze as Ruthy picked herself up and brushed the twigs and dirt from her dress and hair, managing to smear just a bit of dirt across her cheek without a notice. She had had the day off from her Mother's linen store so she was looking through the woods. Exploring, to be exact. There was always an interesting bug, an exotic flower, and the music of the forest was a joy to her ears. But she fell asleep, who knows for how long and she had not told anyone about where she had gone. The forest was getting close to one of the small districts of Tvar Posun and there were rumours of shifters among the undergrowth, so easy to hide behind. Ruthy wasn't afraid at all. She simply picked up her small leather bag her father made for her 19th birthday and skipped back to the trail, eager to head back in time for dinner and hoping they wouldn't be too mad at her for staying out so long.