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Tsura stared at the ground as she listened to Kamon, crossing her arms over her chest. She hadn’t thought about it that way. Her only concern had been finding her family. She hadn’t even considered Kamon’s situation, but he had yet complained once. The boy had to be even more afraid than she was. He was trapped in a foreign country with only Tsura’s promise of helping him to give him hope. She hadn’t even asked how he’d gotten all the way into the mountains alone. It must have been quite the story. As much as she wanted to keep going, she had to think about his feelings too. It might not be possible for them to do anything about their hunger, but resting was an option. It would give them both time to think and the strength to keep going.
She bit her lower lip. She wasn’t sure she could bring herself to stop and rest though. Stopping meant she would be thinking and that...every time she thought about where her parents could be she arrived at a single conclusion. There was no way she and Kamon could have arrived first. Her parents had the wagon and a team of oxen to pull it. If they weren’t in town, then the caravan was the only other place they could be. It’s still possible, she told herself, her stubbornly refusing to accept the other alternative, Papa could have been hurt. If he had they would have had to go back to the caravan for healing. They would have known right where to go. Tsura only needed to remember where to meet them.
“You’re right,” she replied grudgingly, “But we shouldn’t rest for too long though. The caravan was supposed to be moving on sometime tomorrow morning. If we don’t find them before then we’ll miss them.” If that happened she didn’t know what they would do next. There was no one outside of the caravan that she knew in this area. She’d be just as lost as Kamon. Without any money, there would be no way for them to survive alone in the town. There was that Erwin man, but she was wary of going off with a complete stranger no matter how friendly he seemed.
“Let’s just go.” She started for the hill Kamon had pointed out, the little energy she had remaining draining away at the prospect of rest. She made no attempt to speak with Erwin, already having decided that the town was a loss. Better they get as much rest as possible and then try to find the caravan. She started humming her wordless tune again as she walked. She knew they held the clue she needed. Her mother had sung the song for her time and time again, made her sing along to prove she knew the words. She could still hear her mother’s soft alto voice singing as they sat around the campfire with her father playing his fiddle to accompany her. Yet no matter how many times the tune ran through her head, no words came to her lips.
They reached the end of their short hike and arrived at the top of the mountain. Tsura dropped down onto the hillside bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She continued to hum, refusing to give up until she remembered. It was growing harder to concentrate though. Now that she was sitting, she could feel her energy draining away. Laying down and sleeping would have been welcomed, but she feared wasting that much time would take away their only chance to catch the caravan. Still her eyes began to droop as she stared down at the town. She started to pinch her right hand, hoping the little bursts of pain would keep her from sleep.
She bit her lower lip. She wasn’t sure she could bring herself to stop and rest though. Stopping meant she would be thinking and that...every time she thought about where her parents could be she arrived at a single conclusion. There was no way she and Kamon could have arrived first. Her parents had the wagon and a team of oxen to pull it. If they weren’t in town, then the caravan was the only other place they could be. It’s still possible, she told herself, her stubbornly refusing to accept the other alternative, Papa could have been hurt. If he had they would have had to go back to the caravan for healing. They would have known right where to go. Tsura only needed to remember where to meet them.
“You’re right,” she replied grudgingly, “But we shouldn’t rest for too long though. The caravan was supposed to be moving on sometime tomorrow morning. If we don’t find them before then we’ll miss them.” If that happened she didn’t know what they would do next. There was no one outside of the caravan that she knew in this area. She’d be just as lost as Kamon. Without any money, there would be no way for them to survive alone in the town. There was that Erwin man, but she was wary of going off with a complete stranger no matter how friendly he seemed.
“Let’s just go.” She started for the hill Kamon had pointed out, the little energy she had remaining draining away at the prospect of rest. She made no attempt to speak with Erwin, already having decided that the town was a loss. Better they get as much rest as possible and then try to find the caravan. She started humming her wordless tune again as she walked. She knew they held the clue she needed. Her mother had sung the song for her time and time again, made her sing along to prove she knew the words. She could still hear her mother’s soft alto voice singing as they sat around the campfire with her father playing his fiddle to accompany her. Yet no matter how many times the tune ran through her head, no words came to her lips.
They reached the end of their short hike and arrived at the top of the mountain. Tsura dropped down onto the hillside bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She continued to hum, refusing to give up until she remembered. It was growing harder to concentrate though. Now that she was sitting, she could feel her energy draining away. Laying down and sleeping would have been welcomed, but she feared wasting that much time would take away their only chance to catch the caravan. Still her eyes began to droop as she stared down at the town. She started to pinch her right hand, hoping the little bursts of pain would keep her from sleep.