7
We chatted off and on as we climbed through the mountains, Finn mostly asking if every new plant he spotted could be eaten. He nabbed some sour grass as we passed through a wide clearing, a few mushrooms not too far above a waterfall that tossed enough mist into the air to dampen my clothes, and a handful of leaves, I’d only have chosen if starving, from a twisted tree growing out of a cliff face.
The mountains had bloomed with their full summer bounty. Birds chattered, animals scurried, and it seemed hard to believe there could be anything wrong in the world.
When darkness came, we both pulled our lae stones from our pockets, trusting their blue light to lead us until we found a nice place to rest. I didn’t miss the tent we’d left behind with the horse and wagon. Now that we were in
