• Name: Gege
• Gender: Female
• Abilities: Creation, healing, destruction, organization
• Broom: A broom of wood and sticks
• Favorite season: Growing
• Leaving behind: War
• Greatest desire: A garden
• Setting: Fantasy inspired by real-world elements

• The seasons in this game are Rainy, Growing, Harvest, and Dry

I hang out new awnings before the cave entrance in deep blue and red, like a little banner advertising the presence of a new herbalist and wisewoman. I sweep through each room, lighting herbs in each to sweeten the air and to show the spirits due respect. In some of the caves I find dead things which I pray over and bury outside, with extra purifying herbs burnt to help the spirits on their way. The rooms swept and blessed, I put away my things–colorful skirts and headdresses, oil for my hair, a little extra food, washcloths.

One token I always carry is a spindle whorl of stone, from my mother's old spindle. It is a symbol of the momentum that keeps the spindle spinning, and the thread coming. The threads connect me throughout time, and through ties of blood and soil and memory, keeps me grounded. I place warm ashes and embers from my fires on the altars, always keeping it warm with the life of cooking and flesh.

• King of Cups: New favorite place

In my wanderings for herbs and forage I come upon a goat on its own, and follow the fleet-footed creature up the slopes. It leads me up to a rocky outcropping where I can see for many birds'-flights around, the fields of the village spread beneath like colorful patchy skirts, the lands beyond that I have traveled, the grasslands, the swamps, going out to endless unseen horizons. A herder comes out to greet us, it turns out the goat was part of his herd. He is older but strong as rushing water, and carries himself with the comfort of one who knows who he is and how he fits into the world. He invites me to his home when the rains start up again, and it soon becomes routine to go up to the outcropping to watch the view and then drop in at the goatherd's cabin for beer and conversation.

• Four of swords: Nostalgia-inducing item

In one of my explorations of the caves I find a fetish, a bone pierced through with feathers, curiously close to the ceremonial items from my home village growing up. It must be a person of power who left it here. Could they have been from my home region? I need to ask around about this.

• Seven of pentacles: The village gathers to help a community member

I get my chance soon enough when parts of Oke's compound washes away in the rains and the village helps him rebuild. I am there to light the fires, organize the women, and tend to or prevent any sickness and wounds.

During the meal and singing after a day of building I am told of another village wisewoman from long ago who might have had such an item. As the villagers talk over each other and argue about dates and personages, their collective memory passing over other subjects to circle on to one, I am gradually struck by the realization that the one who left the feathered bone behind must have been my mother, long gone now and close-lipped in life about her time going from village to village.

Told that she moved on after spending a rainy season here, I sense it is my time to move on as well. The spindle spins, the thread is drawn. I must follow in her footsteps and walk the path of her story. I take their directions on where she went next, make my good-byes including a quiet afternoon drinking and talking with the goatherd, and look out on from the outcropping a last time before I descend into the view, back on the road again. My spindle whorl I leave on the altar, and take up the feathered bone on my travels.