Silken Bond
By TemporaryBarnacle. Eira adjusted the satchel on her belt, double-checked that her small knife was secure in its sheath, and hooked her wicker basket in the crook of her arm. Stepping out the door of her hut, she squinted against the morning light that shone over the treetops. She set out toward the woods, leaving early so as to be back before dark. The Blue Woods, as they were called, were avoided by the people of the village, long believed
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