Ailith
Migrations were always a weird time. For the changes they brought, for the pretty much constant daylight with Vainia and Seipra tirelessly relaying each other in the sky... This time, as always, Ailith wondered if she liked it. There was always the fact that she pretty much wasn't able to work on anything for the whole trip, to say nothing of how tiresome if was of course. Even though it wasn't that bad going down at least. On the other hand, there were so many things to see and do that were unique to those times that she often arrived home with ideas that would last for a good part of the season.
This time... There was still all of that of course, but muted, shadowed by concerns and hopes that would be unique to this particular trip: leaving her family despite her young age, going to a village she had never seen...and finding out what was waiting for her there. In a way, it was better than the weeks between when she had sent her carving, and when she received an answer: she had been counting the days while trying to estimate how long it would take to get there and back, alternatively sure of herself and her work then a few minutes later convinced it would never be good enough...
According to her family, she had been...difficult. Though her brother had used other words of course. It had been made worse for them by the fact that she hadn't revealed what was happening of course: she had paid for the messenger with her own resources obtained thanks to little works she had done here and there. Simply because she hadn't wanted them to hope too much... to tell her not to bother - even though she knew her parents would have encouraged her - and also because she didn't want her brother to tease her. Even though he had taken his revenge of course.
But now... Now she knew that something was waiting for her. What, or more exactly who, she didn't know but she tried not too fret about it. Mostly unsuccessfully, but... One last time, she turned to her family, waving in their direction and watching them disappear behind a big rock. Finally with a sigh, and the conviction that if nothing else she would be able to send letters, she jogged to catch up with the families she was following to what would be, at least for some time, her new village.
At the first break, she thanked those who offered her water and food, taking advantage of the occasion to ask for any kind of information they had about...well, a lot of subjects, ranging from the village itself to how many apprentices there were, how they lived and so on.