Chapter 8

In Wellmore, the villagers are angry and on edge. They’re complaining about a tax hike and a food shortage, having cleared the forest of food. The market stalls are only half-laden with edible goods, from which I steal some apples and a loaf of bread. I sit down on a bench, and eat an apple, storing the loaf of bread in the hessian bag I kept from my first visit.

Standing on Vivian’s doorstep, I knock on the side window and wait patiently for her to come to the door.

‘Maia! I'm so glad you’ve come to visit us. Come in,’ she says, smiling and standing aside so that I may go in.

‘You’ve come at the right time. I’ve just boiled a pot of tea,’ Vivian smiles.

‘Oh. That sounds lovely. What is tea?’ I ask her, and she pauses.

‘Have you always been homeless and alone?’ She asks, pulling out a chair for me to sit in.

‘No. I live with my friend Ember,’ Vivian places a warm drink on the table in front of me.

‘This is a cup of tea. Be careful. Sip it slowly. Don’t burn yourself,’ Vivian caution