*** Becca
Weeks passed by quickly as the land was changing slightly. Winter was releasing its grip on the land, finally letting Spring pop out, meaning that the passageways were beginning to reopen, allowing smooth traffic.
During those few weeks, I caught up on any history I needed as well as observing the sunsets and sunrises from my small house because it was the only thing to do while waiting for the passageways to clear up. Other than relaxing before my return, I've been packing all of my things -including the small gifts that slowly made their way up to my house from anybody that lived in the village.
