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Lavender Fire Song
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“Oh, good, you’re up already.” They enter the room and take a seat at the end of the bed. Your sister has a green bundle in her arms, and your brother is holding a small plate of muffins.
“These are berry?” you say as you take one of the muffins, “That’s expensive, are you -”
Your brother Stella brushes your protests away with a chuckle. “Of course. We’re not sending our little brother to a horrible mountain on an empty stomach. We’ll be fine.”
You try not to feel guilty about the muffins and take a bite. It’s your favorite, made with a rare berry that doesn’t grow in the Land of Moss. “This is dad’s old stuff?” you motion to the bundle.
“His old adventuring gear, yeah,” your sister Toby says, “He had a lot of stuff he left behind, stuff he’d outgrown, or was too worn down to use anymore. It just got back this morning from the blacksmith. The picks should be nice and sharp, sturdy as ever. The lens on his compass is cracked, but it should still work fine. One of his journals so you can write about the things you see. You know he would have a fit if you forgot any details. And the enchantress finished patching up his old cloak. You remember how it works, right?”
You swallow more muffin nervously. “I-I think so. I’m not as good as either of you, but I can do the basics.”
“We wrote down some runes in the front of the journal,” says Stella, “it’s simple stuff, but it should be enough to keep you safe.”
He fidgets a little bit and produces a small wooden box. You recognize it immediately.
“N-no, I can’t-“
“Take it,” he pushes it into your lap, “It’ll do you a lot more good than me. The roads are dangerous, and there’s no telling what’s on the mountain. Just, don’t use it unless you really need to.”
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