Calluna Mayfair

Your small cart gets a wheel stuck in the worn dirt road, pockmarked by ruts and grooves from all the wagons and carts before. Around you, the birds chirp and the wind rustles through the trees as the day truly begins. You would like to be in the next town by tomorrow, and have no time for stuck wheels. You plant your feet and pull your cart with all your might. It finally moves, you along with it. Your back collides with someone. "Hey!" comes the voice of a young woman.