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The local boy stammered. “Why are your wagons painted all those colors?”
Mar smiled. The adults stared but it was always the children who asked. “We paint the stories of our families and our taarn, the happy events and the sad. To keep track, until we get home.”
“And then what?”
Generations upon generations they had searched for Aarnanen. Mar did not expect to see it. Yet countless times she had sung the songs and imagined.
“We will break apart the wagons to build houses. Learn to farm. Take root.”
Somehow, to wander no more.
They would need new songs.
This is the first time I’ve brought the Yonlay into my stories. I’ll leave more description and explanation for other tales, but wanted to explain the title. “While we wander” is a ritual phrase for the Yonlay, one that they use to begin their stories and that is used in everyday talk to mean “our goddess guides us” much like contemporary people say “God be willing” or “God bless.”
Word count: 100. Submitted for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. Thanks to Priceless Joy, as always, for hosting! Click here to see the other stories. See the original photo prompt below.
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