Like Julie - she was too young to remember what happened to mother. I'm from Brevoy! My mother served the Aldori, defending Rostland from those Issian-tyrants- I most of us know what it means to be in the world, most of us know what terrible things are out there and the lucky ones can't remember. From the monsters, from war, from- dark things. The silly boys fight with wooden swords til Sister Anna scolds them to return to tend to the herds and fieldwork - the girls tend to simple chores, tailor, cook and weave. The birds sing their songs at the treeline and the animals keep their distance from the village. She smiled meekly, as her rough hands worked vigorously pulling the abrasive hemp rope to draw the bucket from the well.
