Revel1984
Diedre disliked delays, but she disliked sore feet even more. The caravan set up camp quickly and efficiently, just how she liked it, and everything was going as it was supposed to.
Her father beckoned her over.
“We'll be in this 'Euclid Weyr' by tomorrow.” he said. He was the leader of their caravan, and her and Shenja... Sh'en...'s father. And Menndan. And various other half siblings. “What are your thoughts on that, Didi?” Diedre respected him. She did not like him.
“It is,” she said stiffly, “Just as I told you before when you decided to take this route, father.”
“Oh?”
“We buy and we sell. Their traditions...”
“Or lack thereof...” he said pointedly.
“... And opinions do not matter.”
“Such is a traders life. But Diedre...” his eyes narrowed, “You do have opinions.”
“Yes.” she said, tensing, “Is there anything else, father? I have stores to tally.”
“No. Go off then.” he said, shrugging, “Tell me, have you heard from your brother lately?”
Which one? she almost said, but she knew what he meant.
“No.” she said, before turning on her heel and going over to one of the carts, beginning her inventory. No, she handn't heard from Sh'en, and she wasn't sure what she would do if she did....