Tarran and Jeorge's horse set off along the moor. Poppy was getting quite good at riding, and she raced Jeorge. They laughed and shrieked and taunted one another, all good-nature and smiles. The robe she was wearing swirled in the wind, freshly 'borrowed' from the servant's livery closet. Poppy was a very competitive person, so she was always determined to do what she did well.  She was the only True Seer in seven generations, so there was nobody to compare to. Some people said that she was the prettiest face in all of the Kingdoms, so it was obvious that she did that well. She could run fast, sing sweetly, and now she could ride. Not as well as Jeorge, for he had grown up in the saddle, but well for a young lady her age.
   Poppy's stone grew uncomfortably warm in her satchel, and she grasped for it. One of the petals (the one pointing west) flashed ever so slightly. She steered Tarran in that direction, and Jeorge followed quickly. Tarran lowered her head and charged in the direction of a tall figure on the horizon. It was a grey- haired farmer, plowing his crops. He tipped his hat, and Poppy smiled charmingly.
"Sir, I don't believe we have met. My name is Poppy and this is Jeorge. We are travelers who have come a long way, all of the way from northern Martigalinta. We have run out of food and we long for a warm place to sleep. Would you be willing to assist us?"
The farmer smiled. "Why, of course. My wife and daughter will be happy to have you." He led Jeorge and Poppy inside. The hut was a small sod affair, with a table and hearth, three small beds, and not much else. Poppy turned towards the hearth, where a heavy-set woman with ruddy cheeks and brown hair was busy stoking the fire. A girl had her back to Poppy, with dark hair and tanned skin. The brown-haired woman smiled.  
"My name is Jolin Wilder. This is my daughter Daisy, and I'm very pleased to meet you."
Poppy wasn't listening. The girl had turned around, and Poppy saw the same girl who had slipped her the stone. She gasped. The girl was still beautiful in her blue tunic and soft skirt. A look of exhaustion passed fleetingly over her eyes. Poppy gazed at her, wonder evident on her face.  "Who are you?"
The girl sighed, leaning back against a wooden bedstead. "My name is Daisy."
Poppy almost fell over in astonishment. The girl she had been looking for had been right there before she even knew to look for her?
Daisy smiled at the look on Poppy's face. "My stone kept leading me in your direction. I guess it wanted me to meet you." She held up a gorgeous stone, transparent white with an amber jewel in the center.