The creatures called to one another in admiration at this holy event “I saw it first!” a beetle exclaimed. The fox shook his head. “My sun!” he exclaimed jubilantly.
Jonathon had been awake before the dawn, practising his nail rounding in the half light - grinding tips and polishing heads - he kept a bag of these with him to take wherever he went as they were a quick sale to almost any farmer, builder or boatsman who needed them.
If the poor could afford just one nail, he would give them two for the same price, although usually he dispatched them in the dozens to those who could pay.
Seeing Tindle’s fat wife and stout children convinced Jon he must have been wrong about Zithia having being taken by his friend. He saw no purpose in confronting Tindle about it now, and his success made Jon feel all the more unworthy himself by comparison. A bag of nails was not much to show, although honest work it was, and he now felt too ashamed to exchange conversation about circumstances with him.
He also saw most clearly that while he had been untouched by time, Tindle’s world had been gathering its riches of experience.
Believing that Zithia had left him of her own will and was not taken, he said to himself: I shall return back to the forest to Isabelle … for want of another plan.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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