Two weeks passed, Gray Stone Town, the Farrias couple's home.
The morning mist had yet to fully dissipate, enveloping the small clearing beside the Farrias family house with a unique forest humidity and chill.
Messiah had changed from her thin clothes into a durable coarse cloth dress that Bonne had worn in her youth, now faded but still sturdy. She was squatting on the ground in the yard with Bonne, with a clean piece of burlap laid out in front of them, piled with freshly gathered harvests from the nearby woods, still covered with earth and dew.
Bonne's hands deftly worked through the pile of nuts and mushrooms. Her rough fingers were covered with calluses yet remarkably precise. She picked up a nut with a deep brown shell lined with fine patterns and handed it to Messiah.
"Here, take a good look, Messiah."
