We walked towards the other room where I retrieved the water I would be using for my bath from among the many clay pots stored there, along with fruits and, presumably, everyone's tulga neatly arranged on each side.
"Your mother assigned Fifi the task of filling up all the clay pots with water as her punishment for putting your life in danger. In fact, she made it Fifi's responsibility from now on, so we don't have to worry about fetching water from the well anymore," Fiona explained as she grabbed her clay pot for bathing and led the way.
To my surprise, Grandma Ingrid was already at the door, holding it open for us to pass through before closing it and following behind. Although it wasn't a great distance, the thick bushes surrounding us, resembling a natural fence, made it apparent that we'd be taking our baths in the forest – a situation that didn't catch me entirely off guard.
