Life on Thesnia Island was peaceful. Not many lived on the island that was only a couple hundred miles long. It was warm, slightly tropical yet not at the same time. They still experienced winters, but not of the same level as some other islands or mainlands. The winter seasons of These were usually pretty mild, only dropping to the thirties on the coldest nights. Even then though, with all of the things that need to be done for daily survival, the cold didn't bother many very much.
Thankfully, it was mid-spring and all of the crops were starting to produce and the fish were coming closer to land. Food was becoming more plentiful and life was coming and blooming on the island. Just last week, two babies were born on the island. A great sign from the god, Taion. Life on Thesnia was near perfect. Not much was to be complained about.
Today was no different than any other day for Wren. She, like many others of the tribe, woke up with the sun to start their day. The warriors and hunters, and family men went out to search for some fresh meat to dry out. While the women got to work on getting water and cleaning. Wren, on the other hand, had a slightly different schedule for her days.
Fore Wren was without parents. Her mother passed away having her and her father was a warrior, struck down in battle a couple of years ago against another tribe. Meaning, that she was left to fend for herself. Thankfully, she was left with a good start. Her father loved animals and had somehow managed to get the two of them a cow for fresh milk and a couple of chickens for eggs and meat when times were hard.
So, with the addition of being one of the lucky few to have animals. Wren needed to start her day with feeding the chickens which were kept in a small enclosure next to her
hut, as well as her cow. As she exited the house she's lived in since she was a child, Wren made small clicking sounds to get her animals attention. A small smile appearing on her lips as the chickens started to cluck loudly and the cow lifted its head in her direction.
"You guys must be hungry today," Wren said quietly as she started to drop handfuls of grain on the ground for the chickens to eat. Her skirt blowing around her legs as a light breeze moved through the air. Then, she moved onto feeding her cow before setting her feeding bucket down and sighed. Life with a partner would be so much better, but, without anyone to offer her up, she was doomed to be alone. A father was supposed to be the one to look for a partner for their daughters, there was no such thing on the island of daughters seeking out their own suitor.
Not wanting to wallow in her own self-pity, Wren moved to grab her water buckets and started the treck towards the ocean. She'll need clean water to drink and clean herself in, so she'll have to make the trip a few times. She really didn't want to do the treck for water when the sun hit its peak. As she walked, Wren past the
huts that belonged to higher ranking members of the tribe, ones that held ranks were considered noble and often got the best huts, first dibs on crops and women. They were the lucky ones and Wren couldn't help but look at them in longing each time she passed them by.