Day Thirty, First Moon, Hunting Year Five Hundred and Four
Mama is well-stocked now. It feels good to be helping. She's going to send me to the Village Common next week to sell jams, sauces, and soaps. She says that if we had some of the leaves from the blackberry bushes, we could make teas and poultices. That's the closest she got to asking for them outright - she would never ask because she knows where the bushes grow.
If Mama wants blackberry leaves, I'll get her blackberry leaves. She says the tea can help people who have mouth sores or a scratchy throat, or if you have trouble with digestion. The poultices will help if you have an inflamed wound, too. So, we can use the leaves to help Michael feel better and add them to the medicinal stores for the winter. Then, if there's extra, we can sell them at market on the Common.
Kyla's mother taught her to ward off curses with the right combination of herbs, but the newest plague to befall her village is resistant to all the knowledge her people hold. A witch-hunt begins - One that Kyla finds herself at the center of. All because she stepped into a beehive.
This is a coming-of-age story that centers disability and welcomes queerness. It's not spicy, but it is earnest.
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