Cult of the Lamb : The Man in the Forest

Chapter 37: Life Changes

Merida was feeling a little better by the time she woke up the following day. The weight in her chest wasn't quite as heavy. Regardless, she stuck with her decision to leave early. It was only one day in advance and she had been there for three months, so she didn't feel too bad about it. Kenedra assisted Merida in picking up everything that she had left strewn throughout the cottage while Narinder cleaned up after breakfast.

"I neglected to praise you for your effort on the fish. You did well." He said as Merida popped in to grab the recipe book she'd left on the counter.

"Thanks." Merida nodded to him.

"Will you continue practicing at home?"

"If I find the time." She gave her non-committal answer and stuffed the journal into her already over-stuffed bag.

"Very well." He nodded, "Do you plan to return next month?"

"Most likely."

"Don't forget your pick." Kenedra said as she exited the bathroom, wool pick in hand. It was necessary to do it every few days or so. Otherwise, her wool would become matted and require shearing.

"Thanks." Merida offered a smile as she took it and added it to her collection of items. She returned the hug that Kenedra gave her, as well as the kiss that followed.

"Be safe."

"Of course." Merida assured her. "Are you going to visit?"

"I believe so. I do want to see Mother... It has been a long time." Kenedra shrugged. "When I do, I will be sure to visit you as well."

"Good." Merida nodded and kissed her cheek before letting go. She picked up her heavy bag and put her arms through the straps. Kenedra opened the door for her and handed her staff over.

"Do keep what I said in mind." Narinder said to her.

"I will." She agreed then addressed both father and daughter. "Bye."

"Goodbye, lovely." Kenedra smiled warmly.

"Travel safely." Narinder gave his farewell and Merida stepped outside. She sighed when she heard the door close behind her. She was not looking forward to her time back home for a few reasons. Most obviously, she was not prepared to speak to Aym. She still had no idea what she was going to say to him that didn't involve outright lying. Maybe it would come to her in the moment, that was all she could hope for.

Merida stepped through the cult gates when the spring sun was high in the sky. Her paces slowed a little as she looked around. It had been a long time, seeing the countless, red-clad followers felt odd. She could not place why, but she had the unsettling feeling that she didn't belong. Merida took a breath and shook the feeling off, dismissing it as part of her most recent bout of anxiety. She continued on towards the temple, and was glad when she managed the short journey uninterrupted. She entered her home to find it was quiet, vacant. Her parents were most likely out doing something, and Lydie was probably working the medical tents or with Cassius. Merida crossed the living room and opened the door to her bedroom. The moment it opened, she stopped, utterly confused by what greeted her on the other side. The room had been rearranged in her absence. She took a step in and set her bag and staff down by the wardrobe. It seemed much bigger without Lydie's bed... Merida's own bed was where Lydie's used to be. She had a nightstand now, which was nice. The dresser and wardrobe were all hers too. Just as this sudden change threatened to pull tears from her already sensitive system, she heard the front door close. Merida looked out into the living room to see her mother had entered the home. She stepped out, causing the Red Bishop to jump with surprise.

"Oh, Merida. When–"

"Where's Lydie?" Merida interrupted her mother's question for her own, more pressing one.