Arvin is accidently stealing from @leaderintitleonly
It had been a few months since he’d come here. Every time he tried to remember his life from before, it was fuzzy. Some of the villagers said it was because he was aging, but he could remember everything that happened since with ease.
That meant he remembered trying, and failing, to find what he was good at. He wheezed when he tried to help the smith. Sewing with the women lead to many pricked fingers. And cooking … well they weren’t going to let him near the inn’s kitchen ever again. Even serving platters proved too much. He was clumsy and slow. He wasn’t fit for much work.
He hated feeling like a burden, too. The village was helping him out of kindness, but he could give them nothing in return. That’s why he was out here now, walking through the forest. Maybe he could at least gather some useful plants and do something right for once.
Only, he didn’t seem to know much about plants either. Everything he saw just looked like green leaves. He didn’t know what anything was for.
Until he saw the apple tree. It was huge and its branches were weighed down with bright red fruit. Arvin’s eyes lit up. Finally, something he recognized and could gather to prove useful!
He set down the basket he’d brought with him, reaching up to pick a beautiful red apple from the tree. It was perfectly ripe and looked delicious. He hadn’t eaten lunch and his stomach growled … maybe he could eat just one before picking some more to bring home. He took a bite, closing his eyes to savor the sweet, juicy taste. He didn’t notice the small figure stomping toward him, too focused on the treat.
