"How do I forget that?" Hiraeth screamed, realizing that he was so close to what he was looking for. "Mother is from the North!" He screamed in excitement.
Hiraeth immediately jumped out of his bed, running to leave the room in a hurry. He had to see his mother before he lost the idea that crossed his mind. To be frank Hiraeth's body was bad in memorizing, probably it was because of the effect of never being used well.
Owen, who saw the owner ran away from the room, immediately followed his master. He ran while flapping his wings several times in order to catch up with Hiraeth. If Owen just relied on his small legs, then he wouldn't be able to catch up with Hiraeth, if he used his wings, it could be possible if he surpassed Hiraeth, but it was also impossible because one of his wings was wrapped in bandages. The only option was to use the legs and wings as thrusters,
Irish heard Hiraeth's footsteps along the hallway of the house. The sound was heard very quickly and more clearly, until finally the door of the room opened suddenly. Irish was not surprised by the presence of her son, who opened the door all of a sudden, she was surprised to see Owen ran passing through Hiraeth.
"You're working hard to catch up with your naughty master, aren't you?" Irish grabbed Owen then took him on her lap.
Before Hiraeth came, she was sewing, patching holes on clothes as winter was coming soon, so they needed warm clothes and non-perforated clothes. Perhaps Irish wouldn't have a problem with the winter as she was used to it. She was even born during a snowstorm.
From the moment she was in the womb, until she was fifteen, she already coexisted with it. As she wasn't worried about the coming winter She was used to it.
But it was not for her son. Hiraeth was born in autumn. When the best weather came. Neither hot nor cold. Hiraeth was not as tough as herself facing the winter, so he needed layers of clothes to prevent the cold.
"What are you doing, Mom?" Hiraeth asked to get in the room.
"Look, we have second-hand clothes from Baron Palma. It's a little torn, but it'll keep you warm in the winter if I sew it." Irish proudly showed off a green winter coat to Hiraeth.
Hiraeth frowned when he saw it. It is not a bit-, Hiraeth thought in frustration as he knew the reality didn't fit with what Irish said. The coat was torn in every single spot.
"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that." Hiraeth answered, approaching Irish.
He didn't reveal what he thought as he didn't want to spoil the mood, not to mention Irish looked very happy with her ability to patch holes on the coat. Irish really did everything for Hiraeth, and always thought about Hiraeth upon her own interests.
I wonder, has this boy complained about his mom? But I hope he never do it-,
Hiraeth sat next to Irish who put the coat back on the table. He got rid of all the sewing equipment. It is dangerous if the sewing tool falls and hits the leg.
"What's going on? Why do you look so rushed?" Irish asked, putting down Owen from her lap and facing her son.
The thing Irish always did was to interact with Hiraeth as closely as possible. always try to make eye contact when speaking, especially when they had serious and important conversation.
If it was compared with his past life, it was obvious that this time was different. They only talked casually while eating, and that was within a distance of about one to two meters. Even if they were sitting across from each other, they didn't make eye contact while talking, they were busy cutting meat or other food. That was why, being brought to life this time, he was very grateful to got into Hiraeth's body, even though at first he wanted to die because he felt unlucky.
"Mom, you said that your hometown is in the Northern area, isn't it?" Hiraerh asked excitedly.
"That's right, I'm from there. What's wrong? Do you want to go there? That isn't a beautiful place, it has just snow everywhere." Irish said.
Hiraeth smiled. I know it. I'd gone there and it had been very cold, even colder than the greatest winter in Akaid. I wonder how they can survive in such temperature-, of course, he said it in his mind, he didn't really say that as the real Hiraeth never left Akaid. Even based on his mother's story, they only visited the capital of Akaid when Hiraeth's late father was still alive.
He was pretty sure the reason they never went to the Northern area was because they needed a great expense. It costs a lot of money to use teleportation. But there was still another solution, that was by using a ship which took up to more than two months. It was depending on the weather. Of course they needed a lot of living costs, it was just half the cost of using teleportation.
But that was not what Hiraeth wanted for this moment.
"I want to go there, but not for today."
"So?"
"I wonder what kind of magic you have, mom. May I know it?" Hiraeth put on an innocent face, like a child hoping for a toy from his mother.
"Magic? For what? Irish frowned, all this time Hiraeth had never asked for magic, because he himself couldn't use it.
"So you don't allow me?" Hiraeth pretended to be sad. Don't forget to give me award for my acting skill-,
"I didn't say that." Irish panicked because of a trick Hiraeth did.
"So what kind of magic do you have?"
Irish sighed, then she rubbed her son's head gently. Afterward she moved her fingers in the air. "I have a magic ice." She answered, showing pieces of flying ice after previously Irish moved her fingers. "Are you happy now?" Irish asked Hiraeth.
"Yes!" He said enthusiastically after the pieces of ice melted when it touched his skin. It's cold!-,
"Now it's my turn. Why are you asking about your mother's magic?"
"I've found a solution so we can save the fish. So over the winter we can sell it and we get a bigger yield and we..."
"Wait a moment, can you explain your true purpose?"
"I want to be strong like Evan. So I have to eat nutritious food and it costs a lot of money!"
"Who told you that?" Irish asked in surprise, it was because all this time he had never protested about his food.
"People in the market said that. They said that healthy food helps my body to get stronger." Hiraeth lied about hearing it from people in the marketplace. "But I don't blame you, mom. Since my condition is better, I'll help you. That's it, and I want you to support me."
Irish sighed, she smiled then said. "What if..."