Seasonal Migration -

“Do we have to go back north in the spring?” Mira asked quietly.

And so they began. The first day was always chaos—a river of people, two hundred strong, with their shaggy pack-goats, their barking herding dogs, and their creaking wagons. Mira walked near the rear, where the elders kept a slower pace. Her grandmother, Linna, walked with a staff but refused to ride, claiming that sitting still was the fastest way to join the ancestors. seasonal migration

“You’re thinking about the flats again,” said her older brother, Ren, handing her a leather strap to tie down a bundle of drying herbs. He was fifteen and already dreaming of joining the advance scout party next year. “Do we have to go back north in the spring