Leather rope ✓
Rolls of dried herbs ✓
Small pot ✓
bread, cheese, and dried meat ✓
Soap bar ✓
That knife... where...
Now where did her knife go? She just recently used it. Getting up off of her old cot, it fell right off of her lap. running away as it nearly chased after her on the sandy rug, Anica sighed, "voilà." After she picked up the sharp thing and cleaned the sand off of its oiled blade, she sat back down to finish packing her things.
"Mama!" a little girl's voice cried as the curtain to Anica's tent moved slightly and she could hear her youngest sister run off to tell their mother what she just caught Anica doing. The young french girl rolled her eyes, she knew her fib well before she started packing. Well, she was ready to go. Right as her frowning mother silently pulled the tent's curtain open.
She just stood there, with that deep set frown, looking down at her daughter."Your sister says you are throwing your knife and running from it like a game. Your father did
not sharpen it for such athing. You will give it to me." Her mother just frowned and held her hand out. Anica tried to protest but gave her mother the knife with a growl to her litter sister who was peeking from behind her mother's side. "And where are you going so early in the morning? The sun isn't even awake yet." her mother asked with out seeming to care as she wrapped the knife with a rag. Children were often up before the sun, look at her youngest daughter, tattling to her mama in the dark of night.
"Out for sage from the cliff side, I'm running low." she replied. That was her fib. She purposely threw out her sage the night before.
"Make sure your lantern is out before you go, and be sure to pack your furs and some silver." her mother said as she scanned Anica's appearance and sneakily handed her back her knife as she turned away saying, "come along Jebella."
After she grabbed her winter furs and two silver pieces, Anica knew her mother didn't except her to come back. And leaving the camp, she could hear the ranting of some of the families that were either still awake or just waking up for the day, all on the same topic. The brother clan. No one called it that any more. They just hated them. Not to say the Brother clan didn't feel the same way, but it drove her crazy! So this was good bye. Really this time. She wasn't going to be back after a camp in the woods again. She was leaving.