Re: [memorythread, before Ophi comes]
When we woke up the next morning, they weren't there. But there wasn't anything for breakfast. We thought it was strange, because they had talked about it so much the night before.
We went out into the street and there was a little boy carrying apples to the market. I caught it before the basket tipped, and his mother invited us to stay at her house for the night. They knew we were travellers, the nights become too cold in the desert to stay outside without shelter, she would even bake us something with the apples...