Recently, many villagers fell ill after going down the well, and her father among them. She hasn't eaten or dr…
Recently, many villagers fell ill after going down the well, and her father among them. She hasn't eaten or drunk anything in days, growing pale and thin. I'm worried sick, but I don't know what I can do.
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She loves those singing birds. Maybe I should catch one for her. It might take her mind off things.
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I thought catching a bird would be easier than digging a well, but I nearly got my arm clawed by an eagle that came out of nowhere. When I gave her the bird back in the village, she lit up, asking over and over where I'd found it. I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth, so I said I'd just stumbled across it...
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Her father's condition worsened. Word was that a merchant caravan had medicine that could help, but her family had nothing of value to trade. The caravan leader, though, took a real interest in my bird, and said he'd swap medicine for it. When she looked at me, I didn't hesitate. The bird was hers anyway. How could I refuse?
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When the caravan left, she stood at the village entrance with red-rimmed eyes, watching until the dust settled and the tracks disappeared. I knew she was heartbroken over the bird. I couldn't find the right words, so I made her a promise: she might not have the bird anymore, but I'd stay by her side. Always.