Chapter 1: Talli

Chapter 1: Talli

 

The winter is just as cold as any other—only, a little more wet. Instead of snow, rain would fall in unbearable showers that were relentless. Constantly, the clouds pathed their path with their persistent waters, and there were never any signs of letting up. The only time the clouds would rest were when the sun beat its way through on the small occasion; and even then, the clouds dominated their domain with prowess. One could view the spectacular and assume it dreary, but to those raised and born in the North West, the wet dog and cedar smell was home. 

The North West was a major trading post. Various woods and furs, of all kind, would somehow make its way through the region, especially when the material would travel west through the main fort to the east of the territory. Many north westerners were hunters themselves and use what they killed to make a living. Plenty of wood farmers resided in the eastern region to stay close to the red and white giants. Many lived in cabins they built by hand and risked their lives to cut down the giants. This was a common trade in the region, and most materials that were used to build forts and villages were from the eatern region. It took an especially strong type of person to take down the giants and chop them into smaller pieces to build with, and even stronger people to get them down to fire wood. On the west coast, fish would be caught and carried to one of the forts for both meal and business. Seafood was a delicacy to those outside of the west coast. It wasn’t uncommon to find a bit a fish in a dish or a small crustacean in soup. The most valued trading item among many who ventured to a fort were fish scales. Scales were used as decoration for jewelry and trinkets and some areas of the North West used them to decorate their hair. The scales of certain fish were also used for smaller weapons and tools such as short bladed knives and carving mechanisms. The fish was considered the sacred animal of the North West, due to its versatile usage.

Although fish were held sacred, many North Westerners valued the coyote for its wit and strength; and soon, many people adopted the animal as their sole protector and adviser. Many had furs that they wore to resemble their tie to the canine while others would simply paint their deer skin garments with sigils, representing the coyote. It was even a commodity in the forts’ trading with other territories.

Talli raised her head to take in the coyote’s cry and smiled. It wasn’t often to hear a coyote so close to the costal fort, as they tended to stay within the inner parts of the region, but it graced her ears with the slightest touch of a feather. It was raining as winter nuzzled itself into the North West. If she didn’t grab her fur coat, she would be drenched to the bone. She shoved her hands deeper in her pocket as she marched towards the large fort in front of her. Her feet started to sink into the mud as she moved. She never got to visit the coastal fort often, so when the opportunity arrived, she grabbed it quickly, like a fish grabbing the worm on a hook. She was excited; the most excited she had ever been in quite the while. Rarely did she ever leave the fort southeast from the coast, unless she was travelling to the inland port named Pinstripe Port. Krow, the leader of the region, was quite the homebody; never wanting to leave and never wanting his people to leave. Many North Westerners were happy with staying in their world. Talli was adventurous. Shy, yet eager to learn and explore. The fact that her own leader was not willing to let her, or anyone, travel far was dramatic in her mind. It almost felt personal, although she never spoke about it.

The fort loomed in the setting sun, imposing a superior complex as she walked towards the gates. Because the fort was coastal, the wood to build it was very different from the fort Talli was from. Drift wood, low trees from the dunes, and various imported woods were the contents of the outer walls. Seashells were often attached to the walls and houses inside as decoration. It wasn’t uncommon to spot a starfish above a door frame.Sometimes, locals to the area would hang fish skeletons as charms to ward off evil spirits near their windows. The more fish bones and the more variety one had, the more protected one would be. The grass of the dunes surrounding the structure flew back as a blusterous wind cascaded. Talli pulled her hood over her face. The sea’s air was brittle and cold, and she spotted angrier clouds looming in the distance. 

The coastal fort was only one of four different functioning forts in the region. All forts were positioned at each edge of the territory, prepared for all sides if war was to break out. The coastal fort was to protect the North West from boats, interact with the outside world, and was also a main port for trading. Although there was another port inland, Pinstripe Port, most goods went through the fort. North of the beaches and sea was the forest fort, where it barred potential immigration from the north land of Cantus. Although many travelled freely, it was of the utmost importance to keep residents at a minimum due to supplies and land. The forest fort was one that saw the most action, especially of that for diplomacy and of meetings of all governors and the Leader of the North West. The snowy fort resided in the far east of the region, always battle ready for those of the Middle if it where to come to it. There was not much word that came from the east, and many found that to be both good and bad news. Some sons and daughters of the residents in the west lost their children to the duty of the snow fort, and it was tiresome to hear nothing of their health through letters. Most letters that do travel from that fort only report on weather and sometimes wulf spottings. That then leaves the rainy fort, in which Talli resides. This is the main hub, about 100 miles north of the change to the South West, hunkered down by the gorge that the fast river draws through. The Leader of this territory lives there with the entourage that Talli missed, as well as many other locals to the territory. Other than just these main hubs of population, people did live in solidarity, creating their own huts and small villages throughout the land, although depending on the quartering of the territory, they did answer to one of the governors, who then answered to the Leader.

“Hail!” she shouted towards the heavens. “Let your gates be dropped, as I need shelter!”

“Your name!” came the reply.

“Talli Gladstone, of the Rainy Fort. My entourage made haste without my knowing. I am a day late.” After a long pause, the gates came creaking down, slowly. It was obvious that the mechanisms to the contraption were rusted from the salty air. Squeaking rumbled from each inch. Finally, it landed on the sandy ground, allowing Talli to walk into the fort. All around her, life bustled. It was fairly similar to her own fort, where people were on with their daily lives, working and chatting, despite the rain. She spotted a few businesses open, despite the celebration that would be starting soon, especially that of a blacksmith and a seamstress. Some people, she assumed, never took a day off. Some children would run by, laughing at some unheard joke, and there were quite a few young adults Talli’s age eating fruit and talking about the daily gossip. As she passed by, the young adults stared at her, unfaltering until she managed to pass them. Once she did, they continued to talk as they had before. Talli always wondered what it would be like to have a large group of friends like that, but she was grateful for those she had. The slight annoyance didn’t bother her as she walked through the rest of the fort. Talli enjoyed seeing different types of people as she kept walking through, seeing families happily together, some breaking bread, watching older folk playing a game of wits sitting at a few cedar tables, saw a few ladies knitting a blanket under the overhang of their house, and more dandy people that she would just love to know the stories of. It wasn’t long until a trickle of people with covered wagons and carrying goods started to appear in front of her, and when she looked back, she noticed a few more vendors starting to make their way towards the main buildings. Most seemed to be coming from the host homes, and would be setting up in the long house shortly. She managed to almost reach the governor’s building in the walls and before she could step another foot, she was bombarded with a tight embrace.

“I am so sorry, Tal!” the other said, squeezing tighter. “I was very worried when you were not in any of the wagons. I begged Krow to turn around, but we were already late as it was!” It was her best friend, Althea. The girl’s golden hair whipped about as another gust blew by.

Althea and Talli were bonded by time and by history. From their days of birth, they were conjoined; never to be separated, even by status. While Talli may have been curious and shy, Althea was the opposite. She was loud and homely. If there was ever a moment where she was alone, she would force herself out into the world to meet someone new. Althea was never one to enjoy the quiet. In fact, there were many times where the young woman would deliberately drag Talli out to meet new people or to even enjoy a night of shooting bows together. She never cared for a dull moment, and was always easily bored, even if she was learning something new. Her energy being boundless, Althea could chat with her friends for days and never tire. Some would joke that after a week of jabbering, she would then rest for an hour, have a meal, and continue to chat. The only way she would cease her talking, would be when her jaw would fall off; and even then many feared she would still keep talking. Although she loved people and loved doing things, she enjoyed staying home. The excitement of the world thrilled her, but if she could study from home or have new and interesting things come to her, she was at her happiest. 

Both were selected in assessment for Krow’s new prodigee after that last one died of mysterious causes. Many say that he was sick, the former learner, with that of a South Eastern sickness brought upon their village by ill travelers. There were other vile rumors, of course, but none that either girl wanted to entertain. The rigorous test to be selected included intelligence, strength, and other facets of North Western life and culture. It was structured into various parts, accumulating into two main sections that each assessee would do their best to excel at. The first section would be of physical strength. The sections of which would be hand to hand combat, agility skills, use of weapons such as bow and arrows and daggers, and finally surviving in the wild for more than a week. As vigorous as it sounded, both girls did achieve excellence for this section, although Talli had excelled. Due to her growing up with no cabin of her own, she knew how to survive without much. Althea did manage to give it her all though. The second section consisted of various intellectual achievements, being reading, writing, arithmetic, and history of their region. ALthea flourished, having had various tutors as she worked through the schooling they had at the rainy fort. She was able to add and subtract, as well as read novels written by inventors in the North East. Althea and Talli were equal in smarts, but the deciding factor was because of Talli’s lack of penmanship and reading skills. Although both girls were as close as sisters, Althea had the means to a proper education, whereas Talli did not. Her own parents could not read or write. Due to this fact, Althea was chosen and ceremonies to induct her ensued. Many villagers couldn’t believe that young Althea had been chosen, and some had even bet on other competitors. Talli was not bitter about her friend earning the most coveted position by all young adults in the world, for her friend was still able to see her and bond, at first. But as time was starting to drain life, Talli had started to grow slightly resentful and distant. She was still able to see her friend as often as she wanted and, for all intents and purposes, she was considered a part of Krow’s court within the fort, especially as someone who would help with various jobs when needed; and she was provded with room and board for the work she put in. She especially was helpful when it came to working with the horses and picking fruit from the different orchards around the fort. Talli’s favorite job was helping Bridget, the forest fort’s court cook, with baking sweets. As they cooked, Bridget would always quiz Talli on general knowledge and help her with her spelling.

“I’ll have to say, Talli, Zayden did not help with my fear of you being left behind. He said he wouldn’t be surprised if you were ever eaten by a bear.” Althea gossiped. “I did not even know bears lived in these woods, nonetheless the coast!” Talli gently smiled. “I asked him what kind of bears and he got this horrible smile and said the demon bears roamed the woods, just to make me shiver with fright! 

“Actually, Althea, I believe Zayden was playing a joke. Bears do in fact live in our region, but they do not come down to the coast often. Usually bears stick to their mountains and rivers. They also begin hibernation during the cold season. You needn’t worry. They do not like to be seen by us humans.” Talli explained, looping her arm through the other’s. Althea had furrowed her brows at the explanation, slowly nodding. It surprised Talli of this concern. Althea and her used to go camping frequently every spring and summer. She assumed it was due to having a finer life than before, but even a few court members went on camping trips, although maybe having fancier outfits than normal folk. SHe hoped her friend didn’t forget their adventures together.

“Interesting!” she exclaimed. “You know, for someone who does not take lessons and only worked through Cub School, you know a lot! I’m impressed, Talli!” Holding down her slight annoyance at her friend’s harsh wording, Talli replied, “If there is a will to learn, there is a way to learn!”

It wasn’t the first time that Althea expressed a more superior thought pattern towards Talli. It had always been that way, but manageable and easy to ignore. 

The two girls fell in line with the other carriages and travelers. Many cultures and different types of beings came to the trading events to gain means or simply just to experience a little culture shock. It wasn’t uncommon to see the port full of boats, floating at the bay with its precious cargo of vendors and traders. Some folk came from the outside lands of Reita, Engal, and even the mighty Afins in the far, far west. There were traders from Zetallia as well, many coming from the North and South East. Rarely did any from the South West and the Middle come to trade, as those regions already had their hands full with inner-regional struggles; but due to the trading web that was built in the country, goods from all regions were passed around and easily accessible, if one knew where to look. Commonly, the North West would trade furs and wood. Fish were also common in trade, although depending on the type, one would have to spend quite a pretty shell piece. The Middle would also sell furs, but they would also provide many books and cooking supplies such as spatulas and pans-- things that were not very common in the North West. They also provided different types of weapons, especially metal weapons that produced a loud bang. Talli never really enjoyed how loud these weapons were, but she did know that many guards of Krow’s court in fact carried such weapons. The North East carried the fanciest of items and especially the latest trends of the country. Inventions of all kinds would somehow make its way into the rural territory, shocking and interesting many village folk alike who had never seen such contraptions. Currently, from what Talli had heard, they were working on steam-powered machines to move around the city and transport people to anywhere they wish. She hoped to see one at the Trade, although that would be highly unlikely. Finally, the South East carried the fanciest of frocks as well as sweets that almost everyone seemed to covet every trading season. It was no lie that those sweets were addicting. The South West never came to the trades, although they had quite a few years prior. There was never much talk as to why they stopped trading, but there were stories and rumors that seemed to bubble up from time to time.

Talli spotted a large carriage filled to the canvas with books. Although she struggled with reading Zetallian, Talli still loved books and would frequently collect them whenever she could. She loved to get books with pictures, as it made reading a lot easier for her. Her favorite books had a tendency to be that of cub books, but she didn’t mind it. At least she was learning how to read. Many village folk just managed to learn a usable skill and did that for the rest of their life. Talli also spotted the carriage and South Easterners walking with baskets and baskets of baked goods. Her mouth watered and she looked towards Althea hoping she saw the delicious goodies they may get to pilfer once the trading began. Although, she saw that her friend was staring at a different carriage. Her eyes were glued to the rack of dresses being carried on the back of a South Eastern cart. Talli furrowed her brows and analyzed the clothes, trying to see the interest in the frocks. Often the young woman wore whatever she had available, and sometimes something a little nicer for events and gatherings in the forest fort. If it was functional and comfortable, it worked for her. She tried to imagine what it would be like to hunt in such a frilly thing, and the image almost made her laugh out loud. Instead, she stifled a slight giggle.  Seeing her friend laugh suddenly, Althea looked over with her bright blue eyes.

“What is so funny, Talli?” she asked raising her eyebrows. It took a moment for the other to calm herself.

“It is nothing, Althea” Talli replied with a smile. 

Ahead of both friends was a stage made out of driftwood found at the beach. Typically a stage like this would be used for gatherings, and sometimes-- if needed-- hangings of criminals. This wasn’t common, but the folk of the coastal fort felt that they needed to reuse a lot of their materials and structures for whatever they needed. Different types of shells decorated the front of the stage, all having different meanings. Typical in coastal fort fashion, they placed a dried starfish at the highest point of the stage. In front of the structure, a large group of foreigners and locals were brimming with energy. Some were murmuring, others laughing, many excited. As Talli and Althea would walk by, many starred and some would even whisper as they watched the two walk. Talli figured it was because they were witnessing a leader’s prodigee in public with no guards, save for what seemed to be a friend. It never really hit Talli that she was friends with such an important figure to her territory. Being in her own fort, nobody seemed to bat an eyelash at seeing Althea. Now, at an outside fort with so many foreigners, it almost felt like they were being dissected by others’ eyes. She started to get a little nervous in her stomach. 

Up ahead, Talli spotted a familiar person standing at the back of the crowd with their loud metal weapon pointing towards the ground. Although at ease, this person had his finger ready at the trigger. She recognized this person quickly. It was her friend Zayden, the head guard of Leader Krow. Typical to his fashion, he was surveying the area, watching and waiting, although relaxed as to not call too much attention to himself. His dark hair moved with the wind, and his formal wool coat followed suit. Typically, fort guards would wear wool pants and wool tunics, especially during the colder seasons. Depending on the fort, their colors would vary, as well as the type of buttons used for their clothing’s closures. On the coast, they would use shell buttons. In the northern forests, they would use wooden, the snowy east, stone buttons and in the southern forests, brass buttons. It was easier for other governors to tell who was a part of their forts as well as locals. For Zayden’s wool uniform, he wore red with brass buttons, and his shoes were leather black boots, which were especially helpful in protecting him from his many travels. As they walked towards the crowd, Zayden shifted on one of his hips and swung his weapon back onto his shoulder. Talli noted that he was finally relaxed.

“Zayden…” Talli whispered, as more traders began to congregate near the makeshift stage in front of the longhouse. Leader Krow and Governor Bowline stood ready to call the crowd to attention with a conch shell horn. Leader Krow was the Leader of the whole region, although he took care of the most southern fort, the forest fort. Governor Bowline was the head of the coastal fort. He especially helped with the lighthouses around the coast. 

“Ah, Talli! I am happy to see you here!” Zayden scrambled a bit to turn around, minding the barrel of his weapon as he did. He was always aware of his surroundings, as a guard should be. “ Glad to see that you’re here! I admit, I thought you were in the back of the carriage the whole time only to flip up the canvas and see you have disappeared! Where were you when the entourage was called to leave.”Zayden replied, feigning exasperation at his friend’s presence. He was a jokester, always finding the humor in situations. Talli figured it was how he dealt with his life before. Zayden had travelled the world, twice over, even travelling across the seas to Engal and Frahnc and living there for many of his younger years. It was known that he had to work through many trials to be in the position he was currently in. FInding humor in situations seemed to be his way of working through everything. Zayden was excellent in all trades of combat, studying under many different masters and travelling the world. He mostly learned how to shoot his fire weapons and fight with swords in his time at Engal when his family moved there to escape war. He lived there for many years and left to come back to Zetallia once his father had passed. It was from there that he learned the different fighting styles of the country. He would sometimes show Talli different stances or how to simply hold a weapon,  but he always kept his fire weapons at bay. They were highly dangerous, he ahd told her, and only those that are trained should have them. Guards of Krow were the only ones that were aloud to have one At his comment, Talli pushed his shoulder.

“I would have been with you if I did not need to clean up your mess in the main kitchen, you dolt. Bridget almost had my head, if I did not inform her of your disastrous wake. Do you know how frightening she is with a rolling pin?” Talli asked, tapping her foot and folding her arms. It was true, Bridget being terrifying beyond all belief. Although calm and collective and often quite nice, the forest fort’s cook was quite the fiery woman. Before leaving their home, Zayden had snuck in to steal a batch of biscuits for his travels, leaving a huge mess. Pots and pans were strewn about, flipped in many ways, and powdered sugar littered the counters in piles. When Talli walked in to find a simple apple for her travels, she stood in awe at Zayden’s tornado and hurriedly started to clean before Bridget had walked into the room. It didn’t take long until Bridget came in and brandished the rolling pin. Talli had explained everything before she could start her berating, and after finally cleaning up the mess and running out to the front gates, the carriages were gone already on their trip. 

Zayden blushed a little and chuckled, rubbing his head. “I do know…” he said. “My head has yet to forgive me for my transgressions of the kitchen perusing.” he smiled at Talli, and she couldn’t help but smile back. Zayden and Talli were friends as long as her and Althea were. The difference was that Zayden was quite older than the two and had been a fort guard for more than a decade. Talli considered him a big brother and often explored and played pranks with him when they were harmless. She started to buckle down on her obedience when she turned 15, although Zayden continued to have a childish heart, well into his late 20’s.

“Besides being late, it was a good walk. It took a while and I am glad that I brought my tent and flint, but it was very pretty. I forget how beautiful the river really is…” Talli trailed off, thinking of the crystal water. She used to see many boats floating by when she would wander a little through the forest, but lately she had seen none.

“It is beautiful…” Zayden agreed. Althea poked her head in between the two, looking to Talli.

“Did you see any boats at all? We didn’t see any on our way up at all. Just a moon ago there were so many!” Althea chimed in. Often, especially at this time, many tribes and villagers of the land would be fishing for autumn fish, and digging out river foliage for harvest festivals. 

“No, I saw none. There must not be as many fish this year” Talli replied.

“Hm… As far as I know, there have been no reports throughout the territory on such a thing.” Zayden said. “Oh-- Krow is starting the meeting!” He changed the subject quickly, and the two girls, after exchanging a quick look, looked up towards the stage. He was correct, as Governor Bowline raised the shell to his lips and blew through it, creating a loud sound that drew the talking to a halt. All of those at the stage turned towards the Leader and Governor.

“Welcome all. We know you have traveled far from your regions and from your lands across the storming seas. We greatly appreciate your efforts to join us in our Harvest’s-End Trading season. I promise you all that there is much for you to gain and much for you to give. Let us, at this time, give thanks to ourselves of all that we have and what will in the future.” Krow said, regarding every person in presence. His tall demeanor was dominating. Although quite skinny, he still looked as if he could rip a red giant out of the ground with his bare hands. His hooked nose would flare every time he spoke and his dark eyes would glance every which way. Just like the rest of his colleagues in other territories, the leader was named after a bird known well to the territory. Their old names were long in the past, as they became a new form. Krow was his chosen, as it fit his long black hair and sharp brain. 

Zayden, Talli and Althea followed suit of the others around them. Althea was vibrating with excitement at entering the coastal fort. It wasn’t often that she was able to visit another area of her territory. Krow was always fairly adamant about his students staying in the rainy fort. After seeing how people stared at them walking into the coastal fort, Talli could understand why. Althea begged and pleaded, asking if her and Talli could come and enjoy the trading season. Although she was wanting to trade some of her books for a billowy dress from the South East, Krow saw it as a teaching tool. Unfortunately for Althea, she would have to write a report on the trading post’s going ons. That was the compromise.

“Thank you for taking that time. Now, I must lay down some rules for this particular trading season.” Krow bellowed. All heads looked up. “There will be no weapons permitted in the trading post this season, as the last season did not turn out well for many.” A murmur swelled over the last years’ issue. Those from the Middle had gripes with each other. The North Middle came prepared with their bows and stone weapons as they suspected the South Middle to come bearing guns. In mass hysteria of their hundreds of years of war, the North Middle became jumpy and in response to an unexpected interaction, shot an arrow into a foreigner. All of the underworld broke loose, as Krow and Governor Bowline tried to gain control of all of the guests, having to stop that particular night of trading quickly. After that, both Northwesterners decided that Krow’s fort guards would keep watch at all times. “We have many guards here, and many that may keep one safe. There will be no quarrel this year, and make an effort to not begin one. There will also be regulations on trading disagreements. You may barter a price down, but if you are not able to come into an agreement, the guards will help in finding a middle ground. Finally, you all must be protective of your goods. You are responsible for your trades. If needed, you may be escorted to your lodgings to keep all of your goods safe. We will have coastal guards posted outside of all rooms to be sure that your things are safe. Take head, my guests…” Krow stared into, what seemed, every human’s soul as he glanced at the crowd. His eyes rested briefly on Talli’s and she quickly looked away. There was always something odd and piercing in his eyes that Talli did not like.

It wasn't often that she was able to speak with Krow, but every time she had the chance there was always something quite off. She never was able to talk to her friends about her thoughts, as her friends had a tendency to feel a strong love for their leader. She figured it was due to how long Krow lived, and the supernatural ways of the Leaders. Most lived for years, longer than an average human. It wasn’t often one would live past 50 or so years. Humans died so young. Leaders seemed to live forever.

As the meeting drew to a close, Governor Bowline rose his hand to settle the crowd. "The vendors of the outside world as well as the table for trade are at ready. Stay warned, and remember to keep your weapons at bay. Tonight, we are here to celebrate!" After his words, he blew the shell horn and the people surrounding the three younglings started to crowd the entrance to the long house. Talli smiled wide. She reached into one of her many pockets and touched the sack of shell chips and gold pieces, eager to trade them for sweets, books, and hides. As her friends and her stepped foot into the long house, a barrage of smells hit her nose. Pastries, sugared sweets and lemons wafted about as she passed a table with sweets. The smell of leather came from another table, wrapping its air of oils around her nose. Before she could tell her friends which table she was going to trade with first, they split off and ran to their interests. Althea was sprinting towards the table of frocks designed by those from the land of Frahnc, nearly tripping as she pulled out her bag of pieces. Talli sighed and walked to her trading tables. In the small time before meeting up with her friends again, she managed to snag a few pastries and bought a few more to trade. She brought them over to the hides table from those that were selling furs from the Middle and traded some sweets to gather rabbit, deer, and raccoon hides. Separating some of the hides and furs from her collection, she decided to take those over to the book table. As she walked, she passed many folk that were sharing stories. Some were discussing the politics of other lands, others about the latest findings in what some would call science. From time to time, Talli would listen in. At one point she heard two Engals talking about how their feudal king refused to take refuge during the long war that just ended. They spat in disgust, and even started talking about revolution against this king, due to his ignorance and the unrest he created with his people. A group of South Easterners discussed the small uprise of Alligator People against their masters in the creation of layways for… something. Talli’s ears pricked up at the mention of Alligator People. She’d never heard of those people before. And what were layways? Before she reached the book table, she heard about a gathering in the North East called the Invention Convention that was to happen in a few moons. They talked about how there were contraptions being made that were powered by heated water or steam, as they called it. Talli’s interest started to peak out. Hearing about all of these things she’d never heard of excited her. She decided not to stop and listen any more. Maybe she would be able to find some books at the book table. 

"Well howdy there, lil lady!" said the woman at the table. Talli looked over at her from the stack of books she was looking at and analyzing the covers of. The woman was quite tall, much taller than the girl staring at her, with a long thin face. Her dirty blonde hair was braided and coiled up, pinned to the nape of her neck. Her dress reached the floor and Talli could barely see her black boots peeking out from underneath the hem of the skirt. Her smile was genuine and Talli couldn't help but smile back. "Finding anything you like? I trade do trade for furs, especially raccoons!" She nodded towards the separated pile of furs to trade in Talli's arms. The younger one looked down at her arm and let out a small ‘oh’. 

"Oh, yes, I find these all quite interesting and I have plenty of furs to trade! I really like the pictures on this one!" Talli showed the vendor the book she found that had a picture of coyotes on it. While not being able to read the title, Talli could tell it was a fiction story. She really enjoyed those stories, and they were sometimes easy for her reading speed and level, depending. She had already flipped through the book. A lot of the writing looked very basic and the lettering was a lot bigger and easier to see. The lady chuckled a little and grabbed the book from the young girls' hands. "It's a good story about a young girl who meets a  coyote and travels to the wild west. Have you ever read such a story?" she asked, flipping through some of the pages. Talli blushed a little and sunk back into her slightly shy demeanor.

"Well, um... I ... can't actually read all that well, I just like having books." She thumbed a fur. "It makes me feel bright." 

“Are ya learning how to do so now? I’d say that this is a good first beginner’s book. Very easy to read, and interesting too!” the other said brightly. Seeing Talli grin, she reached under her table.

"Hmmmm" the lady rustled through some books underneath the table. "What's your name, hun?" She asked as she rummaged.

"Talli, miss.” the younger responded.

"Oh, don't be calling me miss, I'm not as old as you think." the older lady laughed. "My name is Mildred. Kind of a plain old name, compared to something as beautiful as yours, Talli."

"Oh, no, I quite like your name! It reminds me of the Middle!"

"Well, that's exactly where I'm from! Good 'ol Tombstone from The Southern Middle, if ya want to be specific." She whispered an 'aha' as she pulled out the book she was looking for. Mildred gave a big smile and swiftly placed it into Talli's hands. "This is a spelling and reading book. Not as easy as it sounds, but practice writing the letters in the book and the words.Does anyone help ya read?" She asked. Talli nodded. Mildred took the book back out of Talli's hands and eagerly opened it up. As she talked, she pointed to various words, describing how they were written and the purpose of learning them. Talli was in a dream like state, nodding as the older lady spoke, brimming with excitement. She knew exactly who she could ask to help her. If anything, Zayden and Bridget could help as they worked. Bridget would especially be excited to help. Mildred’s voice was a drone as she imagined all of the books she could read. She could read the childrens books she grabbed from the vast library within the fort. She could read recipes as she helped Bridget cook for the village. She could read the various catalogs that would sometimes float around from the North East. Many doors would open for her. 

“Talli?” Mildred brought the young girl back to the present with her drawl. “I don’t mean to shake ya from your furs, but I do honestly think that this book could benefit ya more than ya think.” She winked.

“Mildred, I would love to have this book, as well as the fable story! I have three rabbit furs, a deer hide and three raccoon furs to trade.” Talli showed the furs that she was willing to trade for books. Mildred studied each piece; petting each pelt with her calloused hand and checking for impurities, and grabbed two raccoons and a rabbit. She passed both books to Talli and as she did, grabbed her hands firmly and gave a warm smile. She said, “You seem to be a very bright woman, Talli. I hope for the best in your studies.” As Talli said thank you, she turned to see Althea running towards her, beaming with joy. In her arms was a dress with a thick belled skirt, close to draggin on the ground. Talli reached over to her friend and helped get the skirts around Althea’s arms before the dirt ground muddied up such a delicate thing.

“Talli! Dear Talli!” shouted Althea. Before Talli could ask her friend how she managed to get such a thing, she was bombarded by frills and petticoats and Althea babbling about her new outfit. “Isn’t this just the bees, Talli? That’s what they say in Franhc right now. It means ‘cute’!” she exclaimed. “It has the fine beading right near the bodice that gradually grows into sheets of embroidered beading at the hips! ANd look at this beautiful hip cage that came with it-- it helps the dress keep its form as it’s on the body! Oh, and these sleeves are made from fine silk from the land of Aia. My goodness, it’s so gorgeous!” She hugged the garment in glee and Talli slightly smiled at her friend. She was glad that she found something she enjoyed, but did not enjoy her constant squealing of delight. She never realized how into fashion Althea was, and her knowledge of different fabrics was impressive. Maybe she had thought too harshly on her friend’s interest, but Talli never was interested in always looking her best. It was not very practical. After a moment of delighted noises, Althea glance at the items in Talli’s arms. 

“Oh my-- you have so many items! What kind of books did you grab?” Althea snagged the books out of the other’s arms before she could protest. The young learner flipped the skirts over her shoulder and started to look through the pages, smiling slightly. “Ya know, these are very practical! That is so… you Talli!” Talli shrugged and took the books back.

“I rather like practical things. With these furs I was thinking of making a new coat for the winter time. The one I’m wearing is going to fall apart soon. Plus, these books can help me finally read and write a lot better than before. I did see some fashion books, you may be interested in those!” 

Althea perked up at the idea of having fashion books. She took Talli’s hand and dragged her to the booth. As she did, she said, “After this, we should go meet Zayden at one of the weapons tables! Krow is absolutely monitoring that area, but if we are with Zayden, I am sure that he will not bother us much.” Talli smiled at this, excited to finally go to a few booths with her friends. They went back to Mildred’s table. The older woman looked up from her own book.

“Oh, Talli! I see you brought a friend!” she turned towards Althea. “We have plenty, and I’m willing to trade for almost anything! Take a gander!” Mildred said, spreading her arms to the stacks of books laid  about. Althea gave Talli a side eye and began looking at the stacks.

“There’s a lot! I don’t have much to trade, though…I traded almost all of my goods for this beautiful frock.” Althea looked through her items. “Would you take some sweets? Powdered pastries?” She held up a brown bag of various sweets. Mildred sadly smiled.

“I’m afraid I’m not in the business of sweets, darling…” She replied, sitting down. Althea frowned but then quickly managed a tight smile. 

“It’s okay, Althea, maybe I can get a book for you?” Talli asked, digging through her furs. Her friend looked to Talli and moved her hand in a ‘forget about it’ gesture. 

“Did you say your name was Althea?” Mildred asked. Upon the two girls nodding, the older lady’s demeanor changed. “Oh! I am so sorry, Prodigee Althea.” she bowed low. “I didn’t know I was in the presence of a Learner! I don’t wanna hinder your education. Please, find any books you’d like. Sweets wouldn’t harm me none.” Talli furrowed her eyebrows to the difference in interaction with her friend. She looked over to Althea who also had a curious look on her face. It almost seemed as if she was being treated as royalty simply due to her being a learner. It would make sense, due to learners taking over a Leader’s position; and as soon as Althea claimed her title, it was mentioned all over the North West. Even the Snowy Fort was aware of who was next in line. They’d never imagine that the news would reach all over Zetallia.

“Are you sure?” Althea asked, hesitating. After a vigorous nod, and a small smile from Talli, she reached  around the books and pulled what she was interested in reading. Most were fashion books, but Talli noticed some educational books in her pile as well. After much hesitation, some constant ‘it’s okay’s’ from Mildred and with Talli’s help in carrying the books, they moved away from the table.

“Perhaps we should leave these in our lodgings, Talli.” Althea grumbled. “Our collection of goods is getting heavy!” She almost bumped into a Cantus man, who growled at her in his native tongue. 

“I’m sure if we trade for a bag of some kind, we could carry our items. I had forgotten that I still have my tent and flint. I’m grateful that they’re light and easy enough to carry. Should we find Zayden first?”

“How about I find you instead?” Zayden asked, almost materializing behind the two. Althea jumped and dropped her books on a North Easterner’s foot. Before he could utter a word, Zayden brandished his metal weapon and the man sauntered off muttering profanities under his breath. Zayden knelt down and picked up the collection of books, looking at the covers. 

“Interesting selections, Althea. I’ve always wondered about Southern Middle Fashion from 200 years ago.” Zayden joked, making the other blush. She snatched the books out of his hand as he laughed. She tucked them under her arm and balance those along with her other trades and fancy frock. Zayden kept laughing but patted her on the back, letting her know that he wasn’t necessarily making fun of her.

“At least I’m learning about something interesting and useful. Sewing is a skill, especially when you must know the different fabrics and stitching techniques”

“I would argue against that, Althea-- knowing weapons and how to hunt is probably a lot more beneficial than you know. Maybe I could convince Krow to let you study with me a few times. Talli could help too, I taught her almost everything I know” Zayden said, in reconciliation. It was true. Zayden had Talli almost everything she knew about hunting and surviving in the wilderness. That, plus her father’s efforts in teaching her the basics when she was younger was what helped her in life often. Before she moved into Krow’s court, she lived outside of the fort in her own shelter and did quite well for herself with the knowledge she had gained. She looked at Althea with encouragement to take the offer. While Zayden was a bit childish, when he taught he made sure that one would understand exactly what to do; as he always made up rhymes and sayings to help his students remember how to work through survival. Much to Talli’s chagrin, Althea rolled her eyes.

“In what way would that be useful for me? I’m learning how to be a leader not some ruffian. Besides, I already know the basics. I in fact almost bested Talli in that category for our analysis.” She scoffed and started walking ahead. Talli frowned at those words. They came off quite harsh. She started to notice her friend develop such a large head. The guard came up next to her.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, she is probably upset because she can barely even make head or tail of a book without pictures. I highly doubt she knows how to read a dress pattern.” Zayden whispered and pat Talli’s shoulder a couple times, showing his affection. He wasn’t a hugger, but he did show his kindness for people with simple gestures and quick touches. Althea started towards their lodgings, and Zayden and Talli followed.

 

**--**

 

Their lodgings were a lot fancier than Talli would have been comfortable with. She lived in such a small cabin when she was younger and her shelter she lived in out in the forest was even smaller. Within the room she was in, there was a broad bed pushed to the south wall, to which a dresser faced with more than a few tiers of drawers cut into it. A mirror hung on the west wall under a high window that was open. She could hear the pattering of rain from outside and some horses neighing. Her door was of thick oak with two bolts that she could throw when she went to bed. A curtain hid one side of the room, which she’d guessed was a changing area in case she had company. Talli walked over to the bed and pushed down on the mattress. It was stuffed with soft feathers, probably that of a pheasant. Her pillows were just as soft. She was so used to sleeping on a tougher bed, that it almost felt like the forest gods had blessed her with such a comfortable bed; especially after such a horrible night sleep before, having to sleep in her tent in the rain, near a cliff. That probably wasn’t her brightest idea. She unloaded all of her trades. She draped all of her furs on the bed, on top of the blankets, so she would be extra warm for the night. She was glad she got such practical items. Even though these furs were not a coat yet, she would still have such a warm and cozy bed to sleep in. She always enjoyed furs, especially for their use rather than their looks. Talli also plopped down her sweets and took her two books that she picked up and shoved them under her pillow. Her tent and flint were sat in the corner next to the bed’s footing, with her satchel. The last few things she traded was a piece of silver she had received from a fur trade, a knife she had acquired after haggling the price down a few more shell pieces, and a nice pan that she bartered an arm and a leg for. She didn’t get much, but everything that she gained would help her in some way. After situating herself, she planned for the rest of the trading season. The next day she would see what she could whittle wood into to trade, and then maybe try to haggle some prices down by catching some fish later that evening. The trading season was never too long, and she was sure to go back when Krow did in a couple days, so if she wanted to get what she wanted, she would have to be creative. Knowing that Althea and Zayden were probably ready to go, Talli glanced into the mirror to make sure she didn’t look too disheveled. 

The long glance gave her a chance to rub some mud off of her face that had dried. She wondered why neither of her friends mentioned it, but thinking about it a bit longer told her that they were in fact quite used to her being a bit dirty. That was just how Talli was. She fixed her cinnamon brown braid, making sure the loose thin strands were in their place. Her hazel eyes watched her back as she licked her finger to smudge away more dirt from her freckled nose. With a smile from her thin lips and a quick pat down of her deerskin tunic and deerskin pants, she deemed herself well and threw on her fur coat and walked out the door, locking it up with the copper key one of the coastal fort guards gave her.

Finally out of her room, she looked around for her friends. Luckily, there were overhangs that kept the water from drowning her as she stood. The rain was coming down hard. That meant that tomorrow was a good day for fishing. She heard some talking and rounded a corner, just to see Zayden talking with a coastal fort guard. They were discussing sword tactics and their prefered ways to fight. Seemed typical of her friend. The other wore a blue uniform with shell buttons, and his weapon of choice was a saber in hand. There was such a difference in the guards, Talli grew interested in finding those differences; but she had figured she would go find Althea. She was more than likely in her room, putting everything away. Talli walked up to her door and knocked. After a few seconds, she heard a loud, “COMING” and her friend threw the door open with a massive grin. Althea had redone her hair and was wearing a straight skirted dress with brown boots. A fish scaled belt wrapped around her waist. She looked a lot more comfy than before, and almost seemed like how she used to be when her and Talli would run around the fort. 

“What do ya think, too much? We wont be coming back until after communal dinner, and I wanted to get dressed for that now so I do not have to trudge all the way back here in the mud.” she grimaced. Talli laughed.

“Are you kidding? Trudging through the mud is quite fun! You have lost your spirit for getting dirty, Althea!” 

“I have not lost it-- you must assume that I am a completely different woman than before!” Althea shouted angrily, throwing her arms down and furrowing her brows. “I just do not want to get dirty is all. I have an image to keep.” Talli rolled her eyes at her friend and watched as she walked by. Althea paused for a moment and cursed under her breath. “Goodness, I forgot to grab something. Come on Talli.” She grabbed the other’s arm and had her walk into her lodgings. After closing the door, she walked towards her bed; squatting down to check under her bed. Talli glanced around the room.

It had been a while since she was able to see what her friend found interesting. Despite living within the fort walls, Talli and Althea rarely stayed put in the housing area of the main building. They never enjoyed staying put, and often tried to find fun outside of sitting in a room reading books all day. Despite them not staying long for the trading season, Althea had made the room her home. It was a mess. Dresses and cloth strung about the changing panel and curtain rods, boots and a few small weapons on the ground by the foot of the bed, her new books piled by where her pillow was and some jewelry hanging from the mirror. The bed wasn’t even made. Talli wondered how she managed with such a mess. Nothing seemed to be in a good storing area, it seemed. 

“Here we are!” Althea stood up and looked to her friend smiling. She pulled out a box that fit right into the palm of her hand and headed towards Talli. “I found this at one of the local blacksmiths when we finally made it here. Before we completely settled in, I snuck away and purchased this for you.” She opened it and inside was a metal piece shaped like a crescent moon. She pulled it out of the box and turned Talli around, clipping it into her hair.”I asked the blacksmith to also make a clip for it-- similar to how the North Easterners fasten jewels in their hair. It took a while, but he figured out how to accomplish it.”

“Althea, thank you so much!” Talli exclaimed. She was never used to receiving gifts, and never often did, but it was exciting to know that her friend thought of her.”It is very pretty. I will where it always!” Althea laughed a bit and gave Talli her usual tight hug.

“Well, you are never showered in gifts often, and I wanted to get you something. You are always such a good friend, and I know you would have prefered something practical rather than frilly. I am really glad you love it!” She released her friend and pat her hair to make sure it was in place. “Now, let us go collect Zayden, he is probably talking that poor guard’s ear off… as he usually does.” She moved past Talli towards the door and opened it. The other followed and after the door was locked, they moved towards Zayden. 

Upon reaching her friend, Talli heard Zayden talking about the coast. Despite their hushed voices, she couldeasily hear what they were saying.

“The boats are docked, right? We best keep an eye out. It’s typical of those from Cantus to cause some trouble.” Zayden said, pointing towards the coast. It was barely visible from where they stood, but if one squinted and looked past the lodgings, they could see a massive boat with four masts docked near the beach. The light from the candles inside were still on. “Krow gave me orders to watch.”

“Do not worry, Sir Zayden, I’ll spread the word that we are to help. I have heard of their pillaging. Why else would one bring a four mast ship? I’ve spoken to the Light Keeper further north, he said he has some information on their trading route outside of the festivities here.” The other guard replied, thumbing one of his shell buttons. “Maybe that could be information for you to use? I know Governor Bowline would like to know. We’d maybe even have a chance to speak with the other governors, Bitterroot and Makah, in a meeting towards the future.”

“That would work, I believe. Krow has been fairly diligent on having a meeting. Especially with Governor Bitterroot. We haven’t heard from the East in quite a while.” Zayden said. The other guard was about to respond until he spotted the young women walking closer to them.

“Ah, I will take my leave Sir Zayden, it seems that your keep is awaiting you.” the guard bowed low. “My Learner, have a good feast tonight.” He reached his hand out to Zayden, who clasped beyond to his wrist-- the typical guard handshake, a grasp in strength. It was universal for the North West.

“I’ll speak with you again, Sir Deniz. Thank you.” The other guard, Deniz (Sir being a note on his stature of the Lead Guard) nodded and walked towards his post, watching the four masted boat on the sea. Zayden turned toward the others, throwing on a grin and said, “Well? Shall we? You were taking so long, that I am emancipating!” He started towards the long house. Talli and Althea looked at each other.

“What an odd discussion…” Althea started, as her and Talli slowly began to follow the guard. “And to switch such a discussion when we showed up?”

“Perhaps it is some official business that we are not supposed to know about?” Talli offered with a shrug. The other frowned a bit, thinking. She always frowned when she was thinking, sometimes scrunching her nose a little. 

“Well, I suppose… but would I not be involved with such talk? I mean, I am supposed to take up the Leader position once Krow is gone. One would think that I would be involved in the politics of the North West. Despite learning about general education we have barely discussed this territory outside of trading and some history.”

“You haven’t even discussed the governors? Or the other forts?” Talli asked, furrowing her brows.

“No, we have. Whatever region they are in, they control-- but there are overlaying rules of the land and they answer to Krow. It is a basic system. The land is too large for one to manage all of it. I know that Governor Bowline rules on the coast, Governor Makah rules the forests to our north and Governor Bitterroot rules the mountains to the east, watching the border of the northern region of the Middle. Krow is both the governor of the rainy region and the territory.: Althea relayed. She kicked a rock with her boot. It flew up and hit the trunk of a tree. “I know the basics, but I have not heard much of Cantus. Why would they even be a threat, and why would Zayden ask Sir Deniz to tell his guard to keep watch on the four masted boat? We have no prior issues with that land, and the only issue is that they brought a larger boat than expected. How is that any sort of news?” Althea raised an eyebrow to her friend, almost expecting an answer. Tallipondered for a moment.

“Well, who’s to say? Perhaps there is some underlying threat that you may have not learned yet. Maybe Krow is ensuring your protection. Have you seen how people stare and treat you? Like it or not, you are a Leaner; and it seems that many know, even outside of our territory. You have a stance of power, and with that power, there are people in this world that do not wish for you to have it. I have heard that the Learner in the North East has his very own guard. Bridget talked to me about it from her newspaper that she traded for at the Port.” Talli looked over to see Althea frowning even deeper. She nudged her friend with her elbow. “Hey, look. Think of this. You are being protected. You will most likely learn about this in the future. You do not get to be innocent of war for the rest of your life once you become a Leader, so I suppose that it is time for you to enjoy your freedom.” Seeing her friend smile, Talli added, “Besides, I have your back; and if anyone, even a Cantus native, wants to hurt you, they will have to get through me first. I will be your own personal guard.” Althea looked up, dead into Talli’s eye. Her own twinkled.

“Promise?” she asked, holding out pinky. The gesture they always used to seal their life long promises.

“Promise.” Talli said firmly, and she wrapped her own pinky around her friends. 

 

**--**

 

Despite dinner starting soon, the trio decided to peruse the booths again to see if they missed any interesting artifacts of other cultures. They managed to find weapons from Afins, which whipped Zayden into an excited frenzy. Althea and Talli humored him as he looked through each item, testing each one’s weight and asking so many questions that the seller even looked confused. He decided to pick up something small, though, and traded a large silver piece. The small item he picked was a short bow. He claimed that he could make his own quiver and arrows, but when they were well away from the booth, Zayden nudged Talli and asked her for help in carving the arrows. The next booth they visited was one that sold tobacco, which was quite rare in the North West. There were various pipes and different jars of leaves for the friends to choose from, and each chose one that they deemed fine. Talli especially liked the brightleaf tobacco, especially due to its light and aromatic scent. After this, they did manage to find a few more clothing booths, some more book vendors, lumber traders, and shell sellers. 

“I believe that the Franch booths are the best. We only have a few more moments to go look before we have communal dinner, we should go find another booth to peruse together!” Althea said, almost skipping.

“That Franchs? Having the best booths? Althea, dear, you are simply mistaken. The cowardly are not worth the praise!” Zayden replied, inspecting his short bow some more-- gauging its size especially and more likely than not making a list of things he would need to learn on how to use it.. Zayden often didn’t like many foreigners. Talli thought it odd, but she understood that he had been through some hardships. Maybe one day he could explain why he was always so prejudice, to her. It wasn’t to say that she didn’t have her own prejudices. Everyone did, she believed, but most were very quiet about such a thing. If one was not a North Westerner, it was common for those that were to be a bit unsightly with their behavior. 

“Oh stop it, you have no idea what you’re talking about. In my world lessons with Krow, we talk about how noble and innovative they are! They create the newest trends in Eop! They have also inspired some architecture in Zetallia. How can such an influential culture be useless? ”

“In Eop, the savagist of worlds. Did he fail to mention all of the wars they tried to win but ran away from? I don’t recall Krow every teaching you about the War of Freedom. Or the 7 Year War with Afins. The Franchs are absolute cowards. I have seen them before in their nation. Their noses are raised, just like the Engals-- it must be the stench in those territories-- and they have many qualms with getting work done. In fact, they ask the Deas to do what they can capably do.”

“We haven’t touched on wars yet, but I’ll be sure to mention them-- and perhaps it is a cultural difference have you ever thought of that, Zayden?” ALthea mumbled. All pep in her step subsided. “Besides, you needn’t be so prejudiced, especially when we have such lovely cultures in our hospitality. It may be you who starts a brawl tonight.” Talli slightly laughed at Althea’s boldness towards Zayden. They always seemed to butt heads, especially due to Zaydens bluntness and carefree attitude and Althea’s passion and aggressive extroversion. Talli always tried to stay neutral with the two, especially when they were all together. She seemed to always be the grounding friend, keeping everything in balance. That wasn’t to say that Talli didn’t also have her own passions and feelings. Rarely did Talli ever let herself show fully, due to the fear she had of exposing herself to those that may hurt her. It did cause some minor strain, especially when she was lost in her thoughts, with her friends, but she tried as much as she could. She was also known for being quite stubborn is she had an idea or a strong interest in a subject. It would take many times for someone to convince Talli otherwise on subjects, thoughts, or opinions. Althea was always the type to bring her out of her shell. Typically, Talli would curiously be exploring, studying every intricacy of everything, thinking and taking notes, until Althea would bound along and drag her into an adventure. A lot of times, though, Talli would suggest the idea of adventure to her friends too. The trio’s dynamic was always vast, which made their friendship closer.

“Oh, buck up dear, I have almost nine years on you and am much more experienced.” Zayden patted Althea’s shoulder trying to show that he was only playing around. It was hard to tell with him sometimes. “Now, which last trade should we have?” Althea began mentioning different ones she would love to see and mentioned her bag of silver and gold pieces. Talli was all but gone from the conversation, thinking. She didn’t know much about the Outside World and hearing about them having a few wars and setting “trends” was completely interesting. She wanted to ask more, but didn’t manage to speak up before her friends bolted in a different direction. She ran after them. Why did so many other places have wars but the North West didn’t? It seemed like such a common place, but it wasn’t, it was baffling. She pondered over what she would hear in the weekly news from the news cryer at dawn. She would think about the different parchments that Krow would read when she was able to visit the fort for morning eggs and pig. He always seemed to have a frown on his face and shake his head. Zayden was also always so quiet about the outside world. In fact, the only interaction that Talli knew of the Outside World was when they had trades, and when she and her friends could even visit them-- which was quite rare. She started to wonder about the wars that would occur in their own country. Did all of the territories just simply live in peace? Was there ever a war to begin with? She knew that some territories and regions strongly disliked each other, but did that ever lead to such disdain that they wanted to completely destroy each other? Zayden always mentioned famine and violence in other areas, how was it so possible for the North West to flourish? They always talked about the Old World, but--

“Oh no…” Zayden whispered and Talli looked up to see what he was saying. She was drowned in her thoughts, not even noticing when Zayden and Althea’s conversation was halted. She spotted two men, facing off to each other, red in the face. One was quite large with a full black beard and he wore clothes from another country that she could not name. The other was skinny and small, wearing a bowler hat, a glass piece in his eye, and a suit similar to those that she had seen in the North East catalog. Judging from their posture and heavy breathing, it looked like a brawl was close to happening. She noticed Zayden slip from them towards the other guards across the long house. The coastal guards shot an eye to Sir Deniz, looking for an order. When he nodded, they moved slowly to position, just in case something started. Before he disappeared completely, Talli noticed Zayden brandishing a small metal fire weapon. Talli turned and glanced to Althea. She stood slightly in front of her friend, making sure that she was between her and what was about to happen. Althea was tough, Talli knew, but due to her friend being a Learner, she wanted to be sure she was ready to protect her. 

There were murmurs in the crowd, some discussing in excitement what may happen, some making bets, and others talking about how inane it was that they would start a brawl after such a long speech from both the Leader and Governor. Despite the speech, Talli was sure that Krow was ready for anything. People amy be warned, but they did have the freedom to choose whether or not they headed that warning. If they decided to break the rules of engagement, then they decided to reap the consequence. Talli wasn’t sure if she was the only one who thought that or not; but it was her belief, and if the men before her were about to break the trading rules,  she would see whether or not her belief was true. Over the murmurs and talk, a slightly shaky tenor voice bounded over.

“I will not trade a bag of rice for your awfully putrid meat. That is not a fair trade!” The man in the bowler hat exclaimed. He had three bags of rice near him, an expensive item to even bring to the season. Rice wasn’t very common in the north and it was obvious that this man knew that. A medium sachet of the grain would be worth a catch of fish. Not even a coyote fur was worth as much as a bag of rice. It was considered a delicacy in the North and other territories. This man was going to try and make out like a bandit. “That is an insult and you’re trying to cheat me!” The smaller man got right into the larger man’s face, almost like a dare. Many folk looked at each other, wondering what came over such a small man.

“This meat isn’t putrid, it is aged! If your territory was not so uncultured, then you would know this! Aged meat is healthy and good for strength!” The larger man shouted back. His accent planted his origin to the northern country Cantus where it always snowed. It explained why he had such a thick beard even though it was the beginning of winter for the North West. He almost grew in size from his anger. Talli kept her surroundings in view. She didn’t feel comfortable with so many strangers around them all of a sudden. SHe looked around for Zayden again but couldn’t see him. Talli’s mind started to think of the Cantus ship. Perhaps there was something amidst the chaos, maybe he was just trying to sneak towards the argument.

“Uncultured!? It’s uncultured to you to not eat meat that’s been festering? Festering so much that the flies won’t even touch it?” the bowler man replied furiously. 

“Ha! You choose to insult my culture rather than trade? Are you imply that my people eat rotted meat? How dare you! If you are so cultured, then why does your Leader allow your people to leave waste in streets? At least aged meat is cleaner, than the flilth that you fester in.” responded the Cantus man, shoving the other. WIth that, the man in the bowler hat punched the Cantus man right in the cheek. He barely moved at the attack, almost as if he were a brick wall. After what felt like the longest moment, the Cantus man touched his cheek and flinched. His eyes flickered towards the other and he roared in rage, tackling down the other. Fists flying, feet kicking, the whole congregation of travelers started screaming and hollering for who they wanted to win the fight. Talli had even spotted men passing currency between each other, due to the betting. It was terrifying how intense the fight got in such a short amount of time. It was typical for a lot of arguments to occur, and the only time the brawling was bad was the prior year-- the very thing they prepared for this year. DUe to the trading season bringing in different types of people, it was common for disagreements; and most of the time, after a few fists have flown, many of those that fought during the season became close and would be seen sitting together at the communal dinners.

“Why are men so barbaric?” Althea joked as she watched. Talli was glancing around for Zayden. She was ready to grab her knife in her boot if a full on fight amongst all of the watchers started. She was sure that Krow would forgive her, if she was protecting her friend-- his soon to be successor. She glanced left and right. Seeing her friend with a couple of his guards starting to walk their way through the crowd started to put her at ease.Zaydens brown eyes seemed to have a fire behind them, as he marched both rainy and coastal guards towards the scrap. Althea shook her head as some other women got into the heckling. It wasn’t often to see women at a trade season like this, but when one did, it would usually be the less than fancy type. These women Althea were shaking her head at had a few teeth missing and wore paint on their faces much like the women of the South East. Talli had remembered Bridget saying that they were the women of the night and if she were to ever meet one, to stay as far away as possible. They were pointing towards the men, whispering in each others’ ears about what was going on, no doubt. Before Talli could tell Althea about Zayden coming over to help, Althea shouted and the other looked over. The bowler hat man was pulling a metal piece out of his jacket and just about stabbed the other.

 

A loud shot rang out.

 

The silence in the room was almost deafening. One could hear the chorus of the rain on the roof of the longhouse. Many of the observers stared wide eyed at the one who shot their fire weapon. Some quickly changed their demeanor, others just stared in shock. Talli followed their eyes to Zayden, who was standing still with his weapon in the air. Smoke was still billowing from the end.

“Quit yer fighting!” he yelled. It almost echoed. Talli had rarely seen Zayden so intense and serious. His dark brows were in a deep furrow. His rosebud lips were in a slight sneer. He brandished his weapon once more, the sword at the edge pointing and gleaming at the two men on the floor. The bowler hat man started to tremble as he got off of the larger man, scuffling backwards as Zayden walked towards him unblinking. One could cut the thick tension in the air with a mere thread.

“What’s that in your hand?” Zayden bluntly asked. His weapon came to his shoulder. Without a single ounce of hesitation, the bowler hat man dropped the knife. It clanged on the floor. Zayden walked forward enough to kick it out of the way and out of reach.

“I-I-I--”

“Stutter one more time, I dare ya.” 

“It was for protection! I swear!”

“Did you clear miss the rules from the Leader? There are to be no weapons during our trading season, as we already have protection.” Zayden nodded towards his fellow guards. “Are you daft? Or do you have cotton in your ears? Penalty for breaking the Leader’s rules is death.” He closed one eye and placed a finger on the trigger. The bowler man raised his hands and fell to his knees. After a brief examination, Zayden lowered his weapon, still carrying a hard glance towards the other-- not daring to take his eyes off of the enemy. The Cantus man had also scooted away from the lead guard, glancing between both of the men. “A medium satchel of rice for a pound of aged meat should be a fair trade.” Zayden said, starting his process of diminishing the situation. The bearded man scoffed. 

“At least two satchets of rice for his rudeness.” he said, getting to his feet. He stood as strong as a mountain. He looked down his nose towards the other. Talli thought this as fair, as it would have not been an issue if the bowler man did not combat the other. Zayden smirked a little and then turned his head to the other, raising an eyebrow as a challenge. Still shaking the other man nodded.

“T-take three, it’s no worry!” The man portioned off his rice, handed it to Zayden and took his goods and aged meat into his own hands. Zayden analyzed the situation, and flicked his eyes to his left. The guard nodded and looked back to the bowler hat man. 

“You’re coming with me.” He grabbed the man’s arm causing him to spill his goods on the floor. Other guards came in to grab the items to take with them. “Alright alright, disperse. There is nothing more to see. Just know you are protected.” Zayden said to the crowd, putting his weapon back on his back. After some murmurs and stares, many people wandered off and the trading began again. Talli wasn’t sure of how to make the situation. For one, Zayden was very good at his job in protecting others from those that would mean harm. Talli looked around, watching people’s faces. Some seemed a little worried after the exchange, others had suspicious glares that watched every tribe as they walked, and many kept their glances soft towards the guards lining the walls. It was still just as tense as the fight, although it was safe. Or, at the very least, seemed safe. If they were so safe from others that may brandish a weapon, why did it feel off? Her eyes led her to the far corner and there she saw a dark figure, smoke billowing from its supposed mouth. Sharp eyes and long black hair framed a daggering face. The watchful eyes darted around, monitoring all around it. They finally settled on Talli.

**--**

 

The communal dinner, that was tradition for many trades in the North West, started with a roar of laughter and talking. Many traders started to mingle with those that they bonded with over the day, not only bartering goods for the next day, but also passing around stories from their countries and territories. Over there, a painted lady from the Middle and a stoic man from the North East spoke about the evening to come. Here two men talking about the discoveries of flying from studying a creature far south in the west. That was the best part of the dinner. While it was a slaving effort for the North West and many of the best cooks did not enjoy serving foreigners, the opportunity to hear their stories and bond was immense. It wasn’t often that one would hear of the outside world, and this was the night to revel in those stories. 

Many cooks would begin the day outside of the trading hall, preparing their meals and sweets; even starting in the morning. A tradition of the North West was to serve fish and other water based creatures along with dear; but with so many people of Zetallia and beyond, many dishes were created to abide by their tastes. Bear, poormen meals, sweets and pastries, one could name any food and the cooks would make it. Even meals made only out of vegetables would grace the tables of the dining hall, as it was becoming a fad in the South East. They would start by cooking and end with baking, making sure all was hot and fresh as they could make it. Unfortunately for the three friends, their other, Bridget, was not able to make it in time to begin cooking in representation for the forest fort. She made some mighty fine biscuits, as Zayden would say, and was a leader that would help many cooks in their process of making meals. There was a reason she was the Leader’s personal cook. 

Talli surveyed the different foods as she grabbed herself a plate. She picked up some fish, some roots on the side, and snagged herself some lightly sugared pastries. She was a bit behind on grabbing food, as she was asked by one of the rainy fort guards to help manage the horses before dinner. After almost slipping in the mud and trying to work with frustrated horses, she finally was able to come into the mess hall, hair messy and her old fur coat quite damp. She enjoyed helping others, she really did, but sometimes she wished that she would be able to eat before doing such difficult tasks. If only to not eat cold fish. She turned around and surveyed the different tables. Among the foreigners, she couldn’t spot anyone she knew. She started to walk towards a back table to find a nice place to sit in quiet until she heard a voice calling her over the crowd.

“Talli! Over here!” She spotted the waving hand and saw who it was attached to. Zayden was grinning ear to ear as he was scrunched between two other guards. Talli smiled, heart racing a little bit more. She didn’t mind being near other people, but many of the guards around him were people she had either never met all together or barely knew. Hesitantly, she walked towards the guard’s table. As she approached, she heard Zayden convincing one of the guards next to him to shuffle over a bit for her to sit next to him. After a stern glare, he obliged and moved over. As she sat down she asked, “Have you seen Althea?” Zayden smirked a bit and nodded his chin towards the far south end of the mess hall. Talli spotted Krow sitting at the large oak table, barely touching his plate and observing the conversing community. Next to him Althea was jabbering on about, what Talli could only assume, her many finds at the trade in between bites of pastries. 

“Learners have to sit with Leaders.” said the guard to Talli’s left. A coastal guard. “They have to basically be around their Leader 24/7” He sipped his wine out of a tin cup not looking at Talli.

“Not our Althea. She is a free spirit!” Zayden laughed, nudging Talli’s arm. “She is fine, Talli. No need to worry.” Talli was confused. For so long, Althea was able to sit with her during festivals and meetings. She had never had to stay with Krow until this very moment. Maybe it was a new requirement for Learners, or maybe Krow was finally instilling rules. 

“I’m surprised she is. If you look at any other Learner in any other territory, their free spirit is clipped. I am very surprised he was not adamant about her staying with him all day until now.” said the guard. Talli glanced over to Althea who spotted her. She waved vigorously and smiled big. Talli waved back. 

“I am sure it was because of the fight that broke out earlier. Krow is a very trusting Leader. Seeing a fight like that occur, must have been quite off putting.” Zayden cooly responded. The other guard scoffed, picked up his plate and left the table. Zayden laughed a bit and looked towards Talli. “The coastal fort knows nothing of the rainy fort. They only know what they hear from their governor. By that I mean, he knows nothing.”

“He did not seem very happy with what you were saying.” Talli responded.

“Oh, it does not matter. Guards are a moody bunch, trust me on that.” Zayden’s crows feet crinkled. 

“If we can’t do our job, we build up frustration-- and that’s no good for civilians!” another guard from the rainy fort joked. The other surrounding guards roared with laughter. 

“It is best to have the most rambunctious to protect others!” joked another. After some more laughs, the table settled down and started to talk amongst themselves. Zayden turned towards Talli.

“Talli, I have a favor to ask you.” He started, waiting for her nod of response. Once she did, he continued. “I need to pay a visit a bit north at the lighthouse. Some of the rainy fort guards are going on patrol between home and this fort and other coastal guards are patrolling the river. Typical duty things, as one would say. I do not have a companion that can take time to come with me, and you are the first alternative to come to mind. Would you mind escorting me to the lighthought?” Talli grinned. She was planning on trading more tomorrow, but due to the rain she was sure that the trading season would slow down a little. Having something to do other than carving wood would do her mind well. After a moment though, she started to think about whether or not Althea would feel left out.

“What about Althea? Is she going to accompany us?” she asked, glancing to her friend who seemed to be inspecting her clothing. 

“Althea will be with Krow for most of the day. If you recall, she is not necessarily here for a vacation. She does still have to use this opportunity to learn.” Zayden said. Talli’s smile faltered. As excited as she was to do something with Zayden, she also had a yearn to learn, just like Althea. Noticing this, Zayden added, “You’ll learn just as much on the field as Althea learns from her books. I expect to see you bright and bushy tailed next morrow. Meet me by the horses by dawn. We have a long hike ahead of us.” With that, Zayden ruffled Talli’s already mussed hair and left her with the rest of the guards as they laughed at some unheard joke. She poked her fish with her fork, almost too excited to eat. SHe had never visited the lighthouse before. She was going to explore and at the same time be involved with official guard business. It took everything to swallow down her excitement.