Seventhday - Dawn
Marron arrived at Millie's cart just as the first rays of sunlight touched the street market. The stalls were mostly empty at this hour—vendors wouldn't arrive for another few hours—but Millie was already there, her travel pack secured to a small two-wheeled cart of her own.
"Morning," Millie said, her ears perked up and alert. "Sleep well?"
"Not really," Marron admitted. "Too much thinking."
"Same." Millie gestured to her cousin Iris, who was standing nearby looking nervous but determined. "Final instructions delivered. The cart is in good hands."
Iris waved shyly. "Safe travels, Cousin Millie. I'll take care of everything, I promise."
"I know you will." Millie hugged her briefly, then turned to Marron with a businesslike expression. "All right. Let's do inventory before we leave. You have—?"
