Autumn has fully descended on Gleann Beithe. Usually, this is my favourite time of year, when the trees have turned vibrant shades of gold and crimson and we all come together for the harvest. But this year there was too little rain, and the yield has been poor. The prospect of food shortages this winter has everyone worried.
I'm anxious over how I will feed Sleet and Arra. My cottage sits right at the border between my father's lands and the woods, and until now, I could get enough from my rabbit snares and the fish traps I placed in a nearby stream. But our crops haven't been the only things to suffer, and each morning when I go out to check my catches, there are fewer and fewer things in them. For three days in a row, there has been nothing at all. Arra can get by on fruit, but Sleet can only eat fish.
I'm trying to teach them how to catch food for themselves, but they are still so young, and I don't really know how dragons and wyverns hunt.
For now, I have enough stores to tide them over, but they are going to have to learn to fend for themselves, and quickly.
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