Astrid let out a sigh of relief, and tucked a well-worn book into the pocket of her apron. "Mama, I'm going out!" She called, picking up a small bundle wrapped in faded blue-checkered cloth. It was midday, spring, and she was taking a well-earned break. Papa was talking a bit of a nap, and her brothers had been sent to town for the day, so Astrid was taking the opportunity to have her meal outside in the warm sun.
She rushed out of the cottage before her mother had a chance to answer her and headed up to the fields. Most things were still growing this early in the season, but they had been able to harvest peas, turnips, onions, the first of the carrots - while they were small and still sweet - and their strawberry crop was particularly bountiful this year. Astrid fully intended to pick a few to bring home for their dessert tonight before heading home. They would sell the extra in town, and she hoped it would mean some ribbon, or perhaps a new book, for herself.
Her steps faltered as she reached the field. There seemed to be someone laying there. Was it a thief, come to steal their harvest? But why would they be laying there? Perhaps they were hurt? She rushed up to the body - a young man, she saw, looking to be the age of her elder brother - "Are you hurt?" She asked as she reached him, kneeling beside him and setting her lunch upon the ground.