Amala always rose with the sun, crawling out of bed when the first lights of the day slipped through the window of her room. Because she slept on the third floor of the temple, and her room faced the dawning sun, she was usually the first one to awaken. Thus she had morning duties for the temple. She donned her simple brown robes, tying them right over left with a black sash, and clipped her hair to the back of her head, readying herself for garden work.
Atop her bedside drawer, her almanac was open to the center page, folded out into a calendar that was nearly completed. Red ink circled the day’s date, the 27th of Darkmoon. Amala closed the almanac. On her way out, she dropped it into the bags outside her room. She had spent the night preparing those bags. With her almanac, they were at last full and ready for the trip.