![]() ![]() She can't stand that no one else seems to care: the threat from the northern king is worry enough, they believe. ![]() Calantha is sickened, and not just by thinking about the end of the Tales. In every field, in every ditch across the Plains where Story Pods used to grow, there is no new growth. ![]() She is open and attentive to everything: the Gathering, the words of release, the Tale itself, and the harmony after, when the villagers, their worries put away for a while, peacefully watch the seeds waft way. But when evening comes, and with it the Talemeet, Calantha comes to life. She dreams and muddles her way through her days, bumbling her chores and exasperating her mother. All her life, Calantha has wanted only one thing: to apprentice with the Gatherer, and dedicate herself entirely to the Story Pods and the Tales. ![]()
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