For the beginning of spring the weather was surprisingly beautiful. Not uncharacteristically warm, but warmer than one might have expected depending on where they were from. And for whatever reason her aunt had felt the need to forcefully push her out of the village to get some "air". The village was by the sea she didn't understand how she didn't get enough "air" already.

Mumbling she huffs out a breath as she starts walking on a path that would take her on a wide loop around the village and take most of the day to complete. She had work to do, a fact that crossed her mind frequently as she watched the ground beneath her feet, her arms crossed as she brooded.