The van pulled up the makeshift dirt road that her father had made years ago.
It was, as her mother had told her, to make transportation easier.
That was another thing she would miss.
The little market down that road.
Her father would sell their chicken eggs there but every so often since he had been gone Citrine's mother would take her.
"To clear the hunger for adventure!" She would say.
Citrine never understood why she said this, it didnt seem to make sense; why would you want to clear the hunger of adventure?!
After all, they are foragers.
So wasnt that the most importaint thing?
Her mother snapped her out of these thoughts.
"Citrine have you packed up all of your bags?"
But that didnt stop other ones from entering her headspace.
"Yes mother!" She sighed quietly to herself.
She knew she should have treasured the things she had while she had them when she stayed up the previous night.
Things like her room, the house, the animals, the market, the one particular river she would go to to release her troubles.
All of that was going to be gone in the next few hours or so.
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I probably will update this a lot more than any of my other stories since I love it so much. Don't count on that though as I often write this when I can't sleep :]
I am going to try and make this book little to no triggers so everyone can enjoy it!!! < 3
°~☆-yours, Kieran-☆~°
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Blind Baking
AdventureCitrine and her family are foragers. Raised by the forest and the wind. But what will happen when citrine and her mother move into the "big city"? Will citrine go back to her roots or find herself caught up in something far worse than she'd ever im...
