Her home looked as it had always done to her, a little cottage with flower beds out front and a small but well-tended garden in the back.

Sage stepped inside the house and went through her usual motions of putting the cloak over the chair, taking her shoes off. Her basket had been left at the stall, but that was okay, she could go back and get it later if it was still there. If not, well, she was losing something much bigger than a basket right now.

Without thinking, she went around the house, and sorted through all of the items there, the ones which she would need, the ones that she didn’t, sentimental items, but most importantly, items that she could take with her by herself, since she was without cart, horse or any other means of transportation for large items.

The pile she ended up with was very small considering there was a lot in the house, but she had no need for any of her brother’s or father’s thing, and her mother’s items were restricted to what she could carry in bags: her comb; a couple of hair pins; a hand sewn blanket. Everything else was the bare minimum: clothes; a sewing kit for repairs; another blanket for warmth; food. But she did include her writing kit in there. The papers burnt in the fire since she could remember everything, but the writing kit would be hard to replace. There was no need for kitchenware when she would have no kitchen to cook in, and furniture was out of the question.

She placed everything into bags, one for her back and two to carry, and looked round the house one last time.

There was nothing here for her any more.

bench girlThe house, with its well-worn furniture and familiar fittings, all the things that they had worked on together. There were a lot of good memories here, and her mother’s death hadn’t changed that, but she couldn’t stay here any more. That’s was how the law worked, no man in the house, no house for the girl. And no man would take her as a husband, even if it wasn’t already too late for that.

Sage sighed. She needed something now, something to hold onto. Before, there had always been her mother, and then taking care of her in her illness, but now there was nothing. No mother, no illness, and now no house. She was completely adrift in the world come sunset, with no where to turn to.

She picked up the bag, and opened the door, leaving her house for the last time. Nothing to do now but find something out there in the world. Maybe out there was something that could give her solace now that the world seemed to have abandoned her.