Where Stars Were Written

“You have a new foundling?""No,” Din almost laughs, “no,” he adds, voice getting softer as he glances at Shari's dark hair. She's whispering something in her brother's ear, all dimples and mischief. “We got this one the old-fashioned way.""We?” Omera blinks at him, then looks back to Shari, frowning. After a few seconds her frown deepens: “She reminds me of-"“Hey, handsome. Catching up without me?”Din turns in the direction he came from: Cara is sauntering across the field, cheeks flushed by the heat; she has a handful of bright red berries in her palm and, judging by the colour of her lips, she's already had a lot of those.“Where have you been?” he asks with the same tone he used to tell the children to behave.Cara looks down at the fruits in her hand with a satisfied smile, “I found a bush of oi-ois, can you believe it? Couldn't resist. I haven't had one of these in years!”“That's because you hate them," he argues, genuinely confused. Cara can barely stand the mere sight of oi-ois.As if she didn't even hear him, Cara pops a couple of the berries into her mouth, chewing with gusto.[ After 5 years, Din and Cara return to Sorgan with the kids. ]