The farm gate swung open, letting out a young girl in her mid-teens. Like every morning, Deirane was going to the river to fetch water for their meal. For her sisters it was a chore, but not for her. She even enjoyed doing it. Not lifting and carrying two heavy buckets full of water, of course. Especially when the contents might burn her skin if she spilled it on herself. This allowed her to escape the suffocating family cocoon for a moment. Not that she was unhappy, on the contrary, only that it was... stifling. This was her moment of freedom. Her family had vaguely understood that it was necessary for her and respected it. Only because there was nothing wrong with it and she was doing her job properly.
Her favorite moment was when she looked at herself in the mirror formed by the still
