Cate awoke feeling better than she had in days. After breaking her fast, washing her face, and praying, she walked out to a beautiful and glorious morning that wrapped warm arms around her, bringing her to life. The village was already bustling with activity as the wine and oil merchants peddled their wares to the market-goers, and cooking food wafted through the air. The cobbler waved to her as she stepped out into the rut-lined street. A rare glimpse of sun warmed her back as she watched an aging donkey slowly clip-clop by. Some days, it was just so wonderful to be alive.
Stretching, she saw Maeve buying something from the local weaver. It was difficult for Maeve to complete the transaction because everyone knew and loved her and always stopped to say good morn to her or offer her some fruit or vegetables.