Evening was beginning to crack over the village, the skies turning orange like honey. What was honey, anyway? It came from bees, yes, but how? And how could the clan collect it more easily? What could they use it for? Was it medicinal? Garrek would ask Ada tomorrow, she was well learned on these sorts of things.

Days like these he would stop by the river and just think about these sorts of things. Sometimes it was productive, sometimes it just drove him in circles, and this evening it was the latter. He grumbled, skimming a stone across the water…

Why did it do that? Why did specific flat pebbles bounce over the surface of the water that way? Ugh, he’d have to do that at least thirty more times tomorrow to try and figure it out.