1. The Peasant In Me
2. In the Wild Sun
3. Make My Branches Strong
Miss Sierra and Sir George
Sierra had been walking, lost, for trials and trials. She shivered, hugged the shawl closer around her, and peered through the bright white of snow that drifted from the heavy clouds above. Every which way, an ocean of icy tundra spread out. She couldn’t see any mountains, no trees, and the vast light gray sky domed out above her like a dull blanket.
The young peasant woman had reddened fingertips, rosy cheeks and nose, and her lips held a purplish color to them. Her worn slippers had holes in them. Her skirt had many patches, and her stockings were torn in great streaks of ripped tights.
She didn’t know how it was that she kept walking, so far away from her home. In the echoed distance behind her, she could hear her father’s whistles – trying to coax her back home.
Don’t go so far, he’d demanded. I need to be able to see you.
But Sierra hadn’t listened.
She’d run out, and ran and ran. She’d climbed over the hills and forest-dappled mountains, until she reached the snowy lands of the north. Though she’d ran, she didn’t know where she was. She had no idea how to navigate with the sky being so blank-white without a hint of stars. There was nothing to do, no power to be had, Sierra was simply a wandering mortal… but she had hope.
It was her hope that kept her walking, she supposed. So, one foot in front of the other, stumbled though her balance had become, she kept on with her journey. Eventually, she would have to… find something… or so she hoped.