“When the bottom turns black—that’s how you know they’re ready for eating.” Adrik held the orange berry up to the light for me to see. I stared at it in awe. “My ma’ used to make the best pies with these. We would spend all morning collecting them and all afternoon in the kitchen.”
A faint smile dashed across his face and he dropped the berry into the small sack he brought out for us to fill with our collections. Early in the morning, Adrik had woken me up to go gather nuts and berries for breakfast.
“Sounds delicious,” It’s been one day and I’m already missing Geraldine’s home-cooked meals.
More than that I’m missing Oryn, who still is nowhere to be seen. My anxiety grows with every second that passes. What if something terrible has happened to him?
“Don’t worry, we’ll
