Where was that girl? Flower picking and traipsing around the wood, playing? She should know better at her age...there were responsibilities... Not to mention others to be tended to, not just dreams. Soon enough she'd find out what it was like to be grown and taking care of her own family.
Brushing her hands on her skirts, she checked on her son, who had fallen asleep at the edge of the pallet she used for a bed. Lifting him gingerly, she laid the child on the pallet and spared him a gentle look before heading out the door, purpose in her step. She'd find that girl if it were the death of her...
Slowly, she set out into the forest fringed about her hut, eyes sharp for anything that might lead her toward her sister. As the canopy grew darker, she slowed, coming upon the two bodies...one bloodied, one not. Dropping to a crouch, she looked around her as she touched first one body, and then the other. The bloodied one was cooling...dead. The other was still warm...alive. The dead one was dressed like her tribe, and she felt her stomach sink when she saw the man in the dimming light. It...looked like Eadric. Setting her jaw, she chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked over both men's effects, for something useful...something the dead would no longer need...but be useful to those left behind. Unfortunately, there usually wasn't much.
"Goodbye, my love..." she murmured softly, hardly above a whisper.