Pearl had decided to start cooking, something that she hadn’t done for quite sometime. She really liked the set-up of the kitchen and all the dried herbs that she had found. She had earlier gone out and hunted a mountain goat. She started by doing her least favorite part of cooking meat, the butchering.

Once that was done, she took water and herbs and put them all in a pot. She started the stove and let the meat simmer in the flavored water. She then took the root that she had gathered and started to peel them, humming as she did so. She thought of her childhood of spending evenings sitting around a fire with her family and the gypsies, who where her extended family on her father’s side.

The women would sit and peel roots and gossip while the men whittled and smoked, also gossiping. She giggled at the fact that the two genders would gossip but about very different things. She hummed an old Romani folksong that her grandmother would sing to her and her brother. She missed them all but singing the songs they all sung helped her not miss them as much. Plus, maybe they would soon come by here and they could visit.