"Around the back," she called, kneeling in the burnt grass. As she picked up the pieces, they turned to soot in her hands. Nothing she'd used in the past few days could have caused something this bad, and she knew she would have noticed it before. Maybe someone in the village had dropped something and was too scared to tell her?<br/><br/>Rising, she wiped her hands on her apron and picked the buckets up. "Fetching water."