𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍. ᶠᵉᵃʳ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗ

02

"Constance, you're meant to be teaching them," Rosalind playfully scolded.

"You must've mistaken me for my sister," the red headed girl raised her eyebrows. "I only participate in merrymaking." She giggled while running off with the children.

Rosalind rolled her eyes and followed after with her own laughter. The children joined hands and spun in a circle with the two eldest in the middle. Joyful smiles were seen all around as they sang the devised song.

"Pastor Miller, blind as a bat, Pastor Miller, blind as a bat! Tried to read the Bible and his eyes went splat!"

They turned towards the man himself, as he assisted one of the villagers with cleaning the hooves of a horse.

"Oh, but I see you. I've got eyes in the back of my head!" He turned towards them in feign fright, causing all the kids to run off.

Constance and Rosalind shook with laughter until Abigail grabbed her sister by the arm with aggravation, dragging her away. The brunette shook her head as she approached Cyrus Miller.

"How was your morning, Pastor," she asked. She always looked up to the man who brought peace to their quaint village. He was their savior, as some chose to call him. There was no problem he couldn't help with, day or night.

"As good as they come, Ms. Salvatore," Pastor Miller responded with a sigh. He glanced at the children and back at her with a gentle smile. "You are a good impact on them. The Union would most likely be in smithereens if it wasn't for you and your family."

Edmund Salvatore was a close friend of Pastor Miller. He was almost like his second-in-command. Together, they established the Union for all to live civically. Families were created and their history would continue living on until they were to be read in the books of coming times. Everyone would know of their great land.

Rosalind shook her head. "We would be nothing if it weren't for you."

"You must take pride in your work," he exclaimed and set his hand on her shoulder. "The world ceases to turn without us all. But you are a very special girl. And that young man over there must think so too." She turned around and set eyes on the familiar boy he was talking to about. "I expect a wedding sometime soon."

Rosalind stuttered over her words as the blush formed on her cheeks. "We are far too young and have not yet courted."

"Yet." Pastor Miller couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh and waved goodbye.

She gulped while fiddling with the material of her skirt. Sure, she's known the boy since before they were old enough to stand, but they were still at young ages. After marriage, they expect family, and she wasn't ready for children. She could barely handle the ones she was teaching. If only the Union learned to keep their big noses out of everyone's business, perhaps they'd find a way to make their affection more public.

When she turned to leave, a small force made her stumble back.

"Careful now," Sarah Fier chuckled. "I've got precious cargo." She held up the sack in her hand that squealed and wiggled.

Rosalind couldn't help but chortle. "My mistake." Her eyes moved back and forth before leaning in to whisper, "A full moon rises before nightfall."

"Good night to enjoy fruits of the land."

The smallest smirk was held on her face. "I will see you soon, then."

The two girls departed ways and carried on with their individual travels. Rosalind's gaze fell upon the blonde boy once more as she neared his figure. Although it was unflattering to some of the task he continuously managed, she somehow found a way to overlook that. He didn't need to do nothing more but just stand there and she'd think he was the most dashing boy of the land.