The Many Ramblings of K. A. Webb

The last thing Bree ever expected to receive was a message from Trey asking her to visit him at the Residence. It had been years since they had last seen each other, before he had started training to become a priest. Now he was the High Priest of Herne while she was well on her way to becoming the

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Night was always Bree’s favourite time to go walking, because there was no one around. She loved her village, and the people within it, but she had always preferred spending time alone, which was probably why she’d ended up a translator instead of working in the fields like a normal Dorma girl. Walking in the night wasn’t normal either, so she kept it to herself, knowing that her father would attempt to stop her from doing it again. Smiling to herself she looked up at the sky. The stars were bright and beautiful, the moon was waning, and she felt wonderfully calm, as though she could have floated on air.

A movement in the woods caught her attention. Bree had never seen anyone else during her walks, but she wasn’t scared. Her curiosity was another reason she’d become a translator and she found herself walking in the direction of the movement, wanting to know what it was, even though she knew she probably shouldn’t. It could have been an animal, she did see plenty of them during her walks, but she couldn’t help thinking it had been too big to be an animal, so it could only have been another person out walking.

“Hello,” she called, quietly, her voice travelling further in the dark than she expected it to.

Silence followed. All Bree could do was wait and see if they were going to show themselves. There were stories of half bloods who travelled around Thear, keeping away from anyone who might harm them, but she’d never seen one before. Half bloods sometimes seemed to be nothing more than a myth, even though she’d read about them in some of the books she translated. Finally, shaking her head, she decided to continue with her walk, because it seemed like whoever it was had disappeared.

“Are you Bree?” a male voice asked from behind her.

“Yes,” she replied, turning to look at him.

It was too dark to see anything much of him and Bree was certain he couldn’t see much of her either. The one thing she noticed, because it fluttered slightly in a breeze, was the long cloak he was wearing. Something told her that she was going to have be patient with him, so she waited for him to speak, even though she wanted question him, beginning with finding out how he knew her name.

“I’m Quinn,” he said. He sighed. “I’m your half brother.”

“Father’s never mentioned you before.”

“That’s not a surprise. My mother is Tein-Igni.”

Bree found herself lost for words. “Really?” she said, after what felt like hours, unable to believe what he was saying and yet feeling the truth of his words at the same time.

“I never planned on talking to you. I just wanted to see you, because I always wanted to have a sister, but…” He shook his head. “I should go. Why would someone like you want to talk to me?”

“Don’t.” Bree took a couple of steps towards him, before realising that might spook him. “I…” She smiled. “I believe you and I want to get to know you.”

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When Bree sat back down she looked at her family. Her father was one of the supporters of the Dorma supremacist movement and it was something she just couldn’t understand. Maybe, if she hadn’t met her half brother, it might have made more sense. She wished she could asked him about Quinn, and Quinn’s mother, but she knew that was a subject she couldn’t bring up.

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A candle provided the only light in the room. It was the morning of the winter solstice and Trey was awake well before sunrise. Most days he was awake well before sunrise, but for once he had a reason. He knew it wouldn't be long before the new High Priestess of Persephone arrived at the Residence and he wanted to be the first person to meet her. Sighing, he put his quill down on the desk. Aisling was meant to be the right person, a true priestess who would do what needed to be done, but that didn't stop him from worrying. Every time he thought of the change that was coming he knew that they needed strong people in the position of High Priest and High Priestess, but they didn't seem to exist.

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Written for aldersprig's prompt about harvest festivals.

Bree looked around her village, smiling. The harvest festival had always been one of her favourite celebrations and, even though she hated the way it had become more religious, she made sure she always had the day off. On a large round table in the centre of the square there was a selection of different foods, all made with the bounty that had come from the earth. As always the farmers and their families were the first to collect their food in order to thank them for the hard work they had done throughout the year. If it wasn't for them each family would have to fend for themselves, even if they were like Bree and didn't have the same connection to the earth that the farming families did.

 

 

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