Anywhere butAnywhere but
The winter air was perfectly still but the moment she put her bags down all that would change. She could see the dust coating her room just as she left it, of course, but someone had washed her sheets and realised that it was a bloody good thing she hadnt cleaned before shed left. May as well get half a years filth at once rather than just three weeks worth. The dust flew, and she knew she couldnt be bothered unpacking right now.
The house smelt like home. It had been longer than shed thought, for her to actually be able to smell it like that. There was a tang to the water, water from a sink and not a bottle, that shed never noticed before. It was comforting, but familiar. It wasnt what she wanted. It quenched her thirst but it was too easy. She felt her mind switch off, and ached to be anywhere else but home.
00 Away with the FairiesAway with the fairies Prologue
There was a delighted squeal as pork fat hit the flames, the fiery dancers writhing to the popping beat. Someone had started up a drum and the rest of the camp devoured their first hot meal of the day to the ever changing timber. Horses stomped, goats bleated and amongst the headache inducing din, Mikhail finally realised he was home. The constant press of noise behind his temples was warm, and the insulting colour combinations of ramshackle caravans and clothing familiar. There was a new body here and there, and the occasional grizzled face was missing from the throng, but the laughter and music was the same. Tomorrow was Weeks End so there would be no turning in early tonight, he mused glumly. Theyd camp, eat, dance and sing, then eat more while one of the story-tellers sent the children off to bed with a tale. After that was a mystery; hed been too young to stay up la