The wind stirred softly across the stones of the cliffside. Hyetta had walked for what felt like hours in the darkness. Using her other senses she had arrived at some cliffside on her journey to find the one thing that could help her see the light.

Then — the sound of boots on damp rock. She froze.

"Hello?" her voice trembled slightly, but held a hopeful lilt. "Is someone there?"

There was silence. She then heard someone approaching.

"My name is Hyetta, and I'm journeying in search of the distant light."

She tilted her head, listening. Somewhere deep in her heart, she prayed they might carry one of the grapes.