Day 5 - Scene 1

Morning came all too soon.

Enar woke up with a start.

In his dreams he'd been running from tree to tree looking for a toolbox that was never there. Hot on his heels Amanda had driven a gazebo pulled by large dogs and all the while Rolf had laughed and laughed at him from the gazebo roof.

He sat up in bed. The burrow lay silent all around him. Nothing moved. Dim, pre-dawn light filtered in through the window. He was awake and it was light enough to see. Might as well get going. With a groan, he swung his feet over the edge and stood up. No honest fylk should be awake at this hour.

The door swung shut with a click and the morning lay quiet before him. Stillness. He waited where he stood, reluctant to intrude. Alone. Wisps of mist danced among the trees and morning dew draped everything in shades of grey. Everyone, and everything, still slept.

He should be annoyed with himself – and grumpy. He'd disappointed his hosts and forced himself a chore he'd be far better off without. If he'd just been a mature and responsible individual he could have been still in bed, sleeping for hours before waking up to a rustic countryside breakfast with the family.

He should have been annoyed with himself.

Should have been.

With a shrug and a smile he stepped away from the door, set foot on the path, and went to correct his mistake. He nodded at the pump as he passed it, but didn't stop to talk. He'd stocked up on water last night and didn't need more now. He'd pass a stream on the way.

Enar tried keeping on the path, but he'd not even reached the porch before his legs and feet were soaked from kicking against wet grass. Just at the top of the steps up, not by the door, he found the backpack he'd used the other day. Inside lay a package, also just like last time. He hefted the pack up on his shoulders and set of down to the gate and the road, to the inn and the cider-house – to far-away Storvak. Excited.

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Continued in Day 5 - Scene 2.

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