Hanna was concerned that it made her slightly suspicious, but perturbed by the results. An aura that became white around her, then it soothed back into gray once the spell was done.
"That's– Is that what I think it is?" questioned a puzzled Hanna.
Annette shook her head, knowing what her mind was capable of. She had much more to learn about this realm. More so than it would have put all the realms' migrants in danger. But once the symptoms subsided, there were many more chores to be done for the day, which included the preparations for the upcoming spring.
"Look, there is no time for this unnecessary drivel. En este momento, we need to be ready for the upcoming spring soon. Which means..." explained Annette.
She raised her eyebrow as a signal for Hana. Which finally came across the dwarven giantess's mind in realization.
"The Papacy would become more active in these times for the festivals. They would bring an audience with the kings and the queens before they enact building their churches. Even... even our Valley." said Hana.
Annette quickly gathered the supplies and took a stick to let the energy come out to clean itself in almost a splash, leaving behind a pot full of salt. But Hana looked at Annette's hand holding a shriveled-up bird corpse.
The witch was quick to hide the evidence, but as soon as she walked out of the farmhouse. Only dust from the bird left a trail on the muddied fecal-covered floors.
"Siempre, todo el mundo se va quemar. A matarlos es mejor para todos los peqeunos ahora y para los generaciones futuras.
Cloette was hiding near the farmhouse during these times. It was to ease her curiosities about what her mother does for the village, learning the techniques from watching her concoct medicine.
But also the amount of animals being slaughtered, knowingly, that she even had to ensure that all the blood would be out of the animal as soon as possible. She was sedating them with water boiled with valerian root and putting them soundly asleep in a separate section of the forest.
Unable to bring herself to witness the carnal butchery that unfolded from her mother. Her expression was that of focus and every stroke of the cleaver was a downward force of precision.
Experience from the butchery was shining through her, the blood that splattered from the animal being drained was only for a few moments. Rigor mortis would set in when the animal was butchered methodically and efficiently.
The spoilage of the meat was kept to a minimum, giving way to being able to smoke the meat as quickly as possible. Drifting consciousness of these creatures would think of only a sweet embrace from their gods of death.
Annette would see their souls come out and she would apologize to them. Though some would try to attack her for dealing the final blow, she could only feel remorse.
The world was changing very quickly, though she didn't feel like it. But it had been half a year, her pregnancy may be a blessing, though there were almost no benefits to it.
Since then, she has been deemed a leader, one of her duties was the responsibility of ensuring the Valley's food supply was full and healthy. Annette was the only magic user who didn't need the requirements from the elements and other objects that involved wood, steel, or forgery.
It helped the villagers in terms of medicinal aid, food sanitation, and proper butchery. All in exchange for housing, food, and clothing.
Cloette was busy helping her mother around with taking care of the babies in the village with Odin. And the crows were hidden amongst the trees.
Long nights there would last more than a half day's worth of light. Even so, village life was out of the norm for Cloette, she had been stuck in the vicinity of the Vasco residence since her birth.
She looked over to Odin, walking around with his wooden peg leg. Feeling uncomfortable about using it. Which sparked Cloette's curiosity, grabbing Odin by the hand.
The boy ran to the nearby sheep, she took a pair of sheers and trimmed them off from each sheep in the flock into a big bag. Sewing the end of it while Odin sat down at the bench in the square, waiting and twiddling his thumbs in anticipation.
Cloette placed the bag of wool in a wheelbarrow and rolled it to Odin's location. Odin saw that the pillow was being rolled with some difficulty from the weight distribution compared to the height of Cloette. She ended up pushing it too far, dropping it near Odin's side of the bench.
"Got it! Odin! Odin, look!" she cheered proudly at her accomplishment.
"I mean, it's a big pillow, but why do you need one?" asked Odin, unable to figure out what was the intention of this small child.
Cloette showed him a giant toothy grin, and pointed at the peg leg, "For your stick leg! So um, you can be comfy with limping."
A wave of emotions overcame him, sacrificing his comfort for a while since the accident had occurred. The magic peg leg acted like a functioning limb, but there was no comfort at the base of the amputation site.
Cloette quickly grabbed a smaller bag, untied the big bag, and filled it up with some wool. Odin took the peg leg from his stump. It was covered in dirt, sweat, and redness that was very pronounced, looking swollen to the touch. Cloette took a salve that her mom made her from back at the village.
She dropped the tin into the snow as she began remembering that night. Her head swelled, groaning in pain with the veins on her face blackened.
Irises pierced Odin's blue frost eyes with rage and anguish. He got scared, and leaned back from her and the wheelbarrow. Cloette quickly threw up all of her food onto the floor.
Blood and small entrails of various animals were coming out of her mouth. It was black from clotting in her stomach, but she stopped heaving from the amount of pain that she had to deal with.
Once she stopped heaving all the food out of her system, an ominous mineral came out from one head of a fish. It was exuding an aura that was not as ominous, but worrisome. It may have caused the sudden transformation.