30 June, 1347. Thierre Manor, Duchy of Orravalo, Islia
"Come on, Vy! Hurry!" Ilse's laughing voice rang out as she ran across the sun dappled field, dodging boulders and thorn bushes. "I don't understand why you're always so much slower than me!"
Violet panted as she chased after her, her shoes pinching and chest heaving uncomfortably within her too tight bodice. The once rocky, barren fields before her were now carpeted in green, a clear sign that it was time. It was finally time.
The wild sweetpeas and raspberries that grew in abundance along the banks of the Marhyr River would finally be ready for picking and eating.