The rucksack was heavier than even before she left the Goltbred estate, it felt. And it wasn't the fault of the charm she told every next shopkeeper about. After leaving the jeweler and making a stop at the Wolfhide Fellowship branch bank, Elua had proceeded to buy her even more things the same way other people breathed - unthinkingly and also like it was necessary to even exist.
All the kinds of provisions a bag might need for travel and stay. At least as long as each thing was well taken care of. Like a set of camping cups and dishes that nested into each other. A travel notebook for writing down her thoughts or questions, especially if El got distracted by Qat. Three changes of practical clothes that Yatrel would have worn herself at that age, but notably only because her orphanage couldn't *afford* the pretty dresses she aspired to wear.
