I brushed my hands together and smiled in satisfaction as I looked over the produce I had brought to the Autumn Festival this year. I had displayed the finest of our harvest. Varieties of peppers, cucumbers, late radishes, onions and other vegetables. I was more limited in fruits, with only summer-end strawberries and blackberries to offer the crowd that would come to my mother's booth. Though all our harvest would tasty, I was most proud of the sweet white squash that I had grown with my brother, Ren. Once cooked, it had a taste reminiscent of apples and caramelized sugar. It would definitely be the first to be sold. My mouth watered and I grabbed a bowl of cooked squash from my cart behind the stand that my mother insisted I bring to give samples to potential buyers. I pulled two pieces out of the bowl and set them aside in a small container. I wanted to make sure Ren would get a taste of our hard work.
For the last year, Ren had run a smithy in Lanry, the village closest to my mother's farm on the west, a half day's venture. My mother and I didn't go to Lanry very often. When we did get off the farm, we shopped in Dayri, the closest village on the east since it was only an hour away from our home and it had supplies that came from Eenven, the capital.
Ren tried to make his way to his old home at least twice a month, depending upon the orders he had. He usually could only stay a couple of hours before he would have to return to Lanry. Even though we never knew when Ren would come, Mother made sure he returned with as much food as he could carry in his arms. He didn't bring his horse, Dei, anymore, trying to give her a break since she would be soon giving birth. He had promised me the foal so that I eventually could come visit him in Lanry.
I missed my twin.
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