#349 Where are you most yourself.
It is cold outside and the wind is blowing the tent with such force that Morgana has trouble sleeping. Next to her Morgause is sleeping with her sword right next to her. It wasn’t a good spot to camp, but the weather changed suddenly leaving them no other option.
The fire outside is still burning, but for how long Morgana can’t really tell. It was her turn to gather the woods and if she wants to be honest, she did a poor work. She’s…not used to in this way of life.
Every morning one goes to bring fresh water while a group of men go to the woods to hunt. Another group of women go to the woods to gather fruit and vegetables. An old woman is cooking. Everyone has a place in the camp, except her. She doesn’t know how to cook or which mushrooms to avoid. At least she knows how to sew…a little. Morgause laughs, but she’s willing to teach her stuff and Morgana is eager to learn.
Back in Camelot she had everything, but the one thing she wanted. Here she has very little, but she doesn’t have to hide herself.
Morgana turns on her other side and closes her eyes.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
The fire outside is still burning, but for how long Morgana can’t really tell. It was her turn to gather the woods and if she wants to be honest, she did a poor work. She’s…not used to in this way of life.
Every morning one goes to bring fresh water while a group of men go to the woods to hunt. Another group of women go to the woods to gather fruit and vegetables. An old woman is cooking. Everyone has a place in the camp, except her. She doesn’t know how to cook or which mushrooms to avoid. At least she knows how to sew…a little. Morgause laughs, but she’s willing to teach her stuff and Morgana is eager to learn.
Back in Camelot she had everything, but the one thing she wanted. Here she has very little, but she doesn’t have to hide herself.
Morgana turns on her other side and closes her eyes.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day.