My mate Edgardner and I are the oldest, since we buried Father beside Grandfather. The last words he said to me were "Watch for the ships," so I humoured him and nodded, looking out at the sea swell. Of our three children, Anya and Raymand have each other, while Fronna took up with Raymand's eldest, Delville.
We continue the tradition of visiting the graves at the turn of each season. It is pleasant down there, except in winter, and we take a picnic and let the children play.
My tailoring grows harder as my sight fades, but the deerskin is as soft as ever, and as comforting to wear. Edgardner cuts the wood for all of us, leaving the younger folk to travel the forest, gathering food and hunting the deer. We keep the houses sound and secure for when the little ones grow old enough to want a new home, and they all come to me to listen to my stories as I sew.
"Once upon a time, there was a ship, with wings as white as a gull's, tossed in a storm at sea...."