You see the shining yet gentle sun as it starts climbing up in the sky.

The fresh air arrives to your nostrils and you open your cerise eyes.

You find yourself covered under two layers and a blanket.

It's heavy, since your muscles can’t wake up, but your body is warmed up.

You struggle to get out of bed, as you hear someone outside in the hallway.

It must be Emmi, you think, so you decide to check it out.

The energy you receive from the sound fills you with enough strength to release yourself from the bed.

You remove the covers, stretch and yawn, rubbing delicately your eyes with small hands.

Finally, you start up and walk towards the door. You open it slightly and look through the gap.

“Good morning young madam. It is quite a surprise to see you this early.” The maid bows to you.

“I should be saying the same thing about you Emmi.” You ask worried. “Do you sleep properly?”

“I do. I also thank you for the concern.” She bends again, letting out a yawn.

“Just make sure you get proper sleep, right? And good morning to you too.” You bow to her.

You greet her and the two of you look at each other, with a slightly sleepy face.

After a while she turns and heads towards the kitchen. You decide to follow her.

The maid seems to be getting ready to leave. You decide to follow her.

You curiously ask where she is planning to go. The clock in the hallway shows 5:35 am.

“Isn’t it quite early for a morning walk?” You ask her. “I would reckon at this hour you wouldn’t be even able to see properly.”

“Please do not concern yourself with my person, young madam.” She explains. “It is expected that I heat up the house before madam is awake.”

“I understand. Are you going out to get some firewood?” You tell her.

“That’s only a part of my task as a maid, young madam.” She tells you.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I came as well?” You inquire with an unsuspicious face. “You said it was only a part of your job.”

“I suppose if you are like that young madam.” She bows down. “I have no choice.”

You decide to go with her, whenever Emmi approved of that decision or not.

It's going to be more exciting than reading a book or cleaning up in the house, you work out.

Thus you wash your face and hands, put on your cheap clothes,

pick up an apron and tie it in the back and put on your small shoes.

While you exit Emmi also fastens a white head scarf with decorations onto you.

Your feel like an old lady for a second,

but then realize it's actually useful when dealing with the wind outside.

“It’s necessary, if you are going to the forest young madam.” She tells you.

“Is it because I might get discovered and shamed?” You tilt your head.

“That’s not the case. It is simply because it’s useful.” She explains. “This way your head will be protected.”

“Then I am glad Emmi. But do tell me, does it suit me?” You ask posing in front.

“I suppose if I were to tell young madam, you appear as a bright youthful lady.” She bows to you.

The maid embarrasses you, saying that you look cute, but then bows down in apology.

The two of you travel to the nearby forest. It’s thick and quite hard to navigate through.

“This is quite the opposite that I imagined.” You said a little worried.

“I remember when I was little I used to play hide-and-seek.” The maid tells you. “If you were to ask where would you be able to find me it was probably the forest.”

“You liked going there when you were a child Emmi?” You ask looking at her.

“I suppose that is right, young madam.” She explains. “However, my mother always said to enter the forest alone, because of the wolf.”

“That’s quite funny, don’t you think?” You reply.

“Indeed. After I grew up, the wolf changed into the bear, then it changed to a monster and so on.” The maid recalls the past. “Eventually when I was your age my mother started bringing me and we gathered together.”

Emmi mentions that she used to play hide-and-seek when she was little,

but her mother always says never go to the forest because of scary things that could happen there.

You smile a little and brace yourself before entering into the heavy grass.

“Here, you should be old enough.” She hands you a basket. “Naturally, I don’t think your mother would endorse this endeavour.”

“I do think so too.” You accept it into your hands. “Yet, I think this is worth my time Emmi.”

“Likewise young madam.” She bows. ”Please look for anything you find useful, like mushrooms, fruits or nuts.”

“Of course.” You nod. “But I’m not quite convinced to discern the foul ones from the good ones.”

“Please leave that to me young madam.” The maid assures you. “I will help you after you are done.”

Emmi hands you a weave basket. It's quite big for you, you wonder if you could put your entire head into it.

You take small steps and search for edible mushrooms. You find one and wonder if it's the right one.

“Could you look please?” You show her something you found.

“That one is fine young madam.” She explains. ”You always have to check under the cap.”

The maid nods and you put it in into your basket.

It's quite sunny and warm for late autumn, you notice.

There are occasional sounds of birds chirping in the distance,

but luckily you don't hear any wolves or bears.

Time passes and your basket starts getting heavier each minute.

Both of you gather quite the amount of mushrooms, berries, nuts, and such alike.

These will eventually become your dinner, you register.

“Is it okay to eat this?” You ask.

“Of course young madam, you can pick it up straight from the bush.” Emmi says.

“Even if you say so Emmi, I feel it would be unwise to do so.” You inform her.

“I understand this is a new experience for you young madam?” She asks you, while trying to put a berry in your mouth. “Would you like to taste one now?”

“I order you to stop.” You state. “If I start eating now I have a feeling that I would not be able to stop, and there will be nothing left to carry home.”

“I understand young madam.” She giggles a little.

As you walk towards a fallen tree, you find something in the distance.

It looks like someone piled up some leaves there, for some purpose.

“What is this I wonder.” You say getting the attention of the maid.

On a closer look you notice some glass and other small items lying on the floor.

You ask Emmi if she knows anything and she suggests that it would be best if you forget what you saw and return home.

“It’s best not to advance further, young madam.” Your maid tells you in a serious tone.

“Is it dangerous Emmi?” You say surprised.

“I would prefer if you would erase this from your memory.” Emmi says. “A proper lady shouldn’t be exposed to such things at an early age.”

“I presume because this is an adult matter?” You respond confused.

As you look closer a foul smell of alcohol and waste enters your nostrils.

This is what your maid was warring you about, you figure, and cover your nose.

“Please come with me young madam.” She grabs your hand.

“Of course.” You say with your other hand on your nose.

In this situation you decide to listen to Emmi and head home with her.

From the information your piece out that someone lived or still lives there.

Whoever it is or was, you promise that you won't tell your mother about it, or about your trip to the forest.

“Did someone live here, Emmi?” You ask.

“I presume you might be right about that young madam.” She replies. “However it would be most wise to perish any further thought.”

“And keep quiet to mother from hearing this dreadful news.” You add.

“That is fair.” The maid nods. “Of course one could imagine many people without homes have to survive one way or the other. But associating with them is not what I would approve of as a maid.”

“Please be clear that I haven’t the intention to do that.” You reply to her.

“That is fine young madam.” She bows. “We are back.”

Because the two were talking, the time it took from you to get back home was halved.

Quickly you found yourself outside of the forest and on the road to your home.

As soon as you opened the door and took off your shoes however, the maid stopped you from advancing.

Standing still, you are examined for any parasites that might have caught on to you.

You're clean, Emmi assures you, and proceeds to check her own body next.

You leave her alone and in the meantime you decide to work on breakfast before mother wakes up.

You wipe your hands with your apron, which is already a little dirty and begin to cut the vegetables.

“Young madam, please let me…” She pleads do you.

“Are you going to say something like…” You pause and try to imitate her voice. “Please do not shame me, or please do allow me to do my job properly?”

“Not quite young madam, I was only going to inform you about two things.” She walks close to you.“ One is that you have to hold your knife straight, and second that I have to turn on the fire.”

“Well in that case.” You respond embarrassed. “Go ahead.”

You put down your apron and leave to your room with a little red on your cheeks.

It is a little too much for you to swallow but you do understand why she doesn’t allow you to come close to the fire place.

After all, you wouldn’t want to go to school with your face covered in soot.

You shiver and decide the best way to spend your time is again in covers, reading a book.

The one that catches your attention is the novel you haven’t finished yet.

I really want to finish this, you decide, and grab the book you borrowed from the library.

If I finish this she will let me go, you ponder, and that is your reason for reading it.

“And she ran towards a dark thick forest, where no human went before.” You read.

“She could not see the darkness, nor the light and tripped.” You read.

“On the ground and in the mud, she searched for a way back….” You read.

“But then she regrets having her vision returned to her.” You read.

The story of this novel was very simple, you remark. There was a villain, a protagonist, a love story,

everything was simply as if you read this story before, an ordinary fairy tale.

What struck you the most was the twist at the end. That’s why Acculina likes it, you guess.

However, you didn’t like how the antagonist was punished in the end.

It was unnecessary and pretty sad for the person who did the most for the man she loved.

Perhaps if there was a happy ending for everyone you wouldn’t be somewhat agitated right now.

However, as you hear someone in the hallway you recall that you still have school today.

You jump out of the bed, tidy your stack of books, wash your face and hands,

put on your school uniform, check if your truck is missing anything and leave.

At the same time you hear your mother waking up and moving towards the kitchen.

“Good morning mother.” You bow as you enter the kitchen.

“Good morning darling, how was your night?” She asks you.

“I found it hard to go back to sleep once I woke up.” You respond.

“Perhaps you haven’t eaten your supper properly then?” She looks curious at Emmi.

“Please don’t blame her mother.” You interject. “She is always working hard.”

“That is true I suppose.” Your mother turns to the maid.” Why don’t you sit down then Emmi? Dare I say you look like you worked with no rest all night.”

“As you wish madam.” Emmi joins you two.

The three of you sit down in the kitchen and enjoy breakfast Emmi cooked up.

“Anything you are looking forward to today at school darling?” Beamortha asks you.

“I pray that nothing unusual will happen today.” You explain. “It’s always better to have one less accident than one more worry.”

“Then how about I would arrange your violin practise there?” She queries you. “After all if you have nothing to look forward to, you must feel underchallenged, right?”

“That is sound logic mother.” You admit. “How would you go about that when the school neither allows nor offers such practices for individual students?”

“I would simply ask Emmi darling.” She tells you.

“Of course madam.” The maid answers.

“But only if she was available.” Your mother adds.

Your mother asks you if you are looking forward to today to which you remark that you haven't been planning anything special today.

“Besides you already do that here darling.” She explains. “That’s why I think it would be a splendid idea if the teachers would be as kind as to spare you a room.”

“Madam I don’t think…” You maid says.

“I would only embarrass myself.” You plead. “I still feel like a long way is ahead of me before I would be able to even…”

“Well that’s settled then.” Your mother pauses eating, looks at you and teases you. “Do remember that your motivation from now is the prevention of accidents, that may or may not happen if I order you to practice as school as well.”

“Yes mother, I will do my best to produce results.” You say with your face lowered.

It seems that you will have a whole new reason to learn how to play properly from now on.

With that you finish your breakfast and excuse yourself from the table.

You put on your usual shoes, your warm beret and leave through the door.

The sun heats up the air, but you decide to bring your coat with you after all.

There isn’t much that has changed in recent days, you tell yourself.

The farmland still looks barren, only during some days you see people digging up potatoes.

You got used to this look and the long walk, thinking about your friends, or your past.

It is almost enjoyable to listen to the silence, the sound of the birds or the wind.

But you do eventually return to the earth and see that you are entering the village.

You notice a lot more people than normal as you walk through the centre.

Is it that because of the weather, you wonder, since it’s quite warm for this time of the year.

You also spot several men, women and children walking slowly at the market.

After a while you are joined by Ellien, who you discover near the church.

“Good morning Ellien.” You drop a curtsy.

“Good morning Pyria.” She waves at you.

“What are you doing here?” You ask her calmly.

“I decided I would borrow some books, that’s all.” She explains. “I’m also sorry I didn’t wait for you at our usual spot.”

“It’s fine, I figured if you weren’t there, you would be somewhere else along the way.” You tell her.

And eventually by Minorta, who appears to be a little livelier than during her normal days.

“Hey! Ellien, Minorta!” She runs at you, shouting, waving and then hugging you both.

“Aren’t you happy to see us?” Ellien says while being hugged.

“I’m glad that you are so lively today as well.” You say while being hugged.

Along the way you talk with Ellien and Minorta, mainly about school and homework.

You decide to tell them about the violin and how Emmi supposedly is able to teach you how to play.

Their sudden reaction turns into a surprise for you, as they suddenly become excited and can't stop talking about it.

“And you say that Emmi will teach you how to play?” Ellien curiously ask you. “Who is she exactly?”

“She is a maid.” Minorta replies before you are able to say anything. “I mean I only heard that she is a maid, but I never met the person. “

“Yes, she is a maid who works in our household.” You inform.

“She must take good care of you.” She looks at you. “Your hair always looks pretty.”

“I do feel that I am overworking her though.” You mention. “So I help her around the house.”

“Then her reason is that she must be thankful, right?” The blond girl suggests. ”But anyway, I would love to hear you play Pyrie.”

“Me too, Pyria.” Ellien adds.

They would love to hear you playing, they say.

“However, I must apologise for dousing your enthusiasm.” You inform them. “There was little time for me to actually learn anything yet. My ability is currently unforgivable.”

Naturally, you feel embarrassed to admit that you have no idea how to play,

and it would be extremely mortifying if both your friends and your mother had to hear you practise.

“You say so yet we only want to hear you out!” Minorta enthusiastically states.

“Yes, there is nothing mortifying in having fun while cheering you up, isn’t there? Ellien suggests. “After all, how would I critique your ability without even hearing the instrument in my entire life?”

“That’s what I was trying to say too!” Minorta adds. “So please. if you can be so kind...”

“I suppose there will be no issue, other than the already stated.” You articulate. “But do please consider this as a delicate matter. I wish not for anyone else to know.”

Nevertheless, their determination to hear you try doesn't change,

as they remark that there is nothing to be ashamed between the three of you.

“How about your mother, would she also be listening?” Ellien asks.

“She is positive about my endeavours. “ You answer.

“Would she mind if we came?” Ellien follows up with another question.

“Of course not, she would be happy I presume.” You tell them.

“Then it’s fine if we come?” Minorta asks again.

“I suppose there is no stopping you then? Fine.” You sigh.

You decide that your mother isn't a problem, that she can't refuse you having your friends to come.

You nod, and decide that you will meet sometime after school. After a while you, Ellien and Minorta arrive at the school gates once again.

“Here we are. Do you know what today’s lesson is going to be, Pyria?” Minorta asks.

“I think it’s literature.” You answer.

“Right, I suppose you are right! Let’s go.” Minorta states.

The three of you enter the school through the iron gates and step inside.

It seems that this time a lot of students decided to get up early, you noticed.

You undress your shoes and your coast, place them in their usual spot and head to the classroom.

There you can see students conversing about something interesting. You decide to listen into their conversation.

“Have you heard? They opened a new bakery in the village.” One student mentions.

“A bakery? That’s odd. I haven’t heard of bakeries opening in the middle of nowhere.” Someone interjects.

“Of course it is not all that strange.” Another says. “The world is moving forward after all.”

“Yes but what business do they imagine doing there? Quite the money sink.” A student says.

“The village you mean…” Ellien asks.

It seems that a new bakery was opened in your village, even Ellien was surprised.

“Maybe we should check it out after school?” Ellien suggests. “I must have missed it completely.”

“You wouldn’t be the only one Ellien.” You mention.

“Then what if the three of us went there after school?” Minorta asks.

“I presume that’s arrangeable, yes.” You nod.

“But I have to ask my brother for permission first.” The blond girl adds.

You three decide to check the newly opened bakery in the village,

albeit Minorta says that she needs to tell her brother before she is able to come.

With that, you both sit down in your usual places and take out your books.

The teacher then enters and the lecture starts. Today is geography combined with biology.

“As we know the evolution theory…” The teacher starts his lecture.

“Isn’t this what the church was talking about again?” Someone whispers.

“I think so, but this is just a theory, you see.” Another explains.

“So should they teach this in school?” One girl whispers.

“It’s because of the church that they have you.” The student says.

Because of the difficult subjects, some students raise their worries silently.

It becomes a hot topic, you notice, as the teacher turns and asks for silence.

Naturally, you could give them your mind as well, but you and the other students decide not to.

“From now, if you would be so kind class, I want you to open your textbooks.” The teacher explains. “Since you are so eager to talk I wish you to read the next segment out loud.”

“So that’s our punishment?” One student whispers.

“An open discussion would be nice…” Another ruminates quietly.

It appears that the situation has changed and now you will have to participate.

You and the rest of the students are prompted to read a passage from the book in turns.

It's not the most interesting way of learning about various interactions of humans and animals,

but at least you don’t need to hear the teacher complaining about the behaviour of the gossiping students.

“Very well. I think this is a good point to end today’s lecture.” The teacher says.

And as he does, the bell rings outside in the hallway. Before everyone stands up,

the teacher prompts everyone to remain in their seats and says a word or two.

“I would like everyone to take this matter as something that comes from science.” The teacher explains. “Science is a discipline of facts, which are disconnected from beliefs, and based on continuous experiments and observation. If one knows the difference between the truth and the fact, one can also tell which one is more accurate and credible. That’s all.”

The student body stands up and bows, as the teacher leaves through the door.

There is silence for a while, before voices fill the space around you.

You and Minorta rush off to the classroom, with Ellien following you.

As soon as you step outside, you notice that there are many students walking around.

“This is different from the usual, isn’t it?” You observe.

“I haven’t seen this many people in the hallway before.” Ellien mentions.

“It’s all the classes. There are seniors and the little ones too.” Minorta says.

“I do wonder what is the occurrence here.” You ponder loudly.

“Perhaps a gathering? I wasn’t told.” Ellien informs you.

“Come on let’s follow them.” Minorta suggests.

You find that the trail of people, both male and female, are heading towards the mess hall.

Naturally that happens when it is lunch time, but you usually don’t see them mixed like this.

“I don’t think we would be able to eat in these conditions.” You observe.

The fact that it's lunch break makes you hungry, but at the same time worried.

You start to feel anxious about this strange situation when something happens.

“Okay dear students, the kitchen is ready.” A teacher informs. “Today we will be having culinary study.”

“What is a culinary study?” One of the students asks.

“It means you are going to study the food.” Another jokes.

“Why don’t you two enter and see for yourself?” The teacher scolds them.

As soon as you arrive at the mass hall however, you learn that today the maids won't be making dinner.

As part of the curriculum, students will be responsible for today's lunch.

Therefore, while hiding your disappointment to yourself, you decide to put on an apron and join with Ellien and Minorta in the kitchen.

“It’s fine if you don’t have the interest in cooking.” The maid tells you as you approach the stove. “You can stay back and watch.”

“Pardon, I would like to try to cook something.” You say on an empty stomach.

“That’s good. I will show you how.” The maid shows you around. “You don’t have to do everything.”

“I will help with cutting the vegetables Pyrie.” Ellien tells you.

“I will get the meat.” Minorta says.

In the corner there are quite a bit of students without aprons, you notice, and most of them are male.

You also notice Harrivetta standing over there in her usual uniform.

From the looks of it, it seems that she won't be cooking today, you deduct.

You try to wave at her but she seems to avoid making eye contact with you.

“Hey, what is with the ladies over there?” Minorta asks.

“The teacher said that you could skip the class, didn’t he?” Ellien responds.

“I mean, of course he did.” Minorta explains. “But why do you think she doesn’t want to join others?”

“You mean the tall one?” Ellien tilts her head. “I suppose she is not all that interested, that’s all.”

“It’s below her abilities?” Minorta suggests.

“It’s more about that she doesn’t have…” Ellien says but is interrupted.

“I will check on her.” You say and decide to approach the blond girl.

You decide that you will let your friend handle the rest while you talk to Harrivetta.

She does smilingly upset about something, and you know that is not a good sign.

“Good day Harrivetta.” You drop a crusty.

“Likewise Pyrecilla.” She says while looking at your apron. “I happen to meet you at best of moments, truly.”

“I do wonder if you have a moment?” You ask.

“Of course.” She nods. “It is about the issue from earlier, correct?”

“Yes I did talk with my mother.” You acknowledge. “I reckon everything now is set proper. I will be looking forward to our time together, Harrivetta.”

“Aye, it is done now. I will too await your arrival.” She responds diplomatically. “And do not bother with giving me a date, any day is fine I let you know.

“Of course.” You nod and bow.

You mention to her that you have talked with your mother and she is mostly supportive.

You don't mention a word about the violin, since it would only make her hate you more.

Therefore, you are now free to return to your friends and help them out with cooking.

It's not too difficult, since everything is already prepared for you beforehand.

All you have to do practically is to heat up the food, and you're done. All you have to do now is to wait.

“I am glad we managed to finish on time.” Ellien says.

“Why was this a lesson again?” Minorta asks while the rest of you shrug. “First the evolution theory and now cooking. It feels like worthless things.”

“I reckon that you forgot what the teacher said then, Minorta?” You tell her.

“About that this wasn’t obligatory?” Minorta queries you.

“Incorrect. I suppose you ought to recall what the teacher said after biology.” You explain.

“You mean that? I guess after that speech all things he said became irrelevant.” The blond girl noticed. “For me knowing the fact doesn’t change anything at least.”

“But at least cooking is a skill that is useful to have, don’t you think?” Ellien looks Minorta and then at you. “No matter what science says about it.”

The three of you have a short talk about how this excessive was pointless since every student here knows how to cook already.

“Besides, I would say most of the students here know how to cook already.” Minorta states. “Then it’s quite strange for the school to be wasting our time.”

“That is correct.” You mention. “As long as you assume every student knows how to cook.”

“You mean those upper classmates?” Ellien looks at the direction where Harrivetta stands. “Perhaps they are not absorbed with basics.”

“What would be their interest then?” Minorta asks puzzled.

“I suppose sweets?” Ellien tilts her head. “I believe that is what wealthy people fancy.”

Ellien mentions that if perhaps the lecture involved sweet making, upper classmates would have been interested.

You and Minorta nod and start to laugh a little. A little while later Harrivetta exits the kitchen.

That causes Minorta to return to the bakery rumour. The three of you start talking about it.

“You know what I heard?” The blond girl mentions. “When I was preparing the meat I heard two students talking about the bakery.”

“Did you Minorta?” You ask curiously.

“It was when you left to talk her.” She explains. “One of them mentioned a name, Francishies. Do you know who that is?”

“I believe that’s Harrivetta’s family name.” You reply.

“That was the name of the owner. At least according to them.” Minorta tells you.

“Then I suppose we shouldn’t spread this rumour further before we confirm it.” You suggest.

“I also agree.” Ellien adds.

It is actually her who owns the bakery, you ponder a little, surprised to learn such an outrageous tattle.

You and your friend decide to keep it a secret from everyone, since that is her family’s matter.

Eventually, the meal you have been preparing all this time finally looks finished.

The three of you, still in aprons, are asked to pass around food using the serving trolley.

As you do you briefly pass Harrivetta, who smiles at you as you hand her plate.

It’s not just a simple greeting, rather, you can sense extreme delight and complacent.

She must have heard your conversation back in the kitchen, you figure.

However, that is just your guess. A proper lady shouldn’t approach directly with an issue, you tell yourself.

A while after the three of you finally are able to relax and sit down for lunch.

You are starving and visibly your friends are as well.

“Did you notice Harrivetta’s face?” The blond girl mentions.

“Please don’t be rude to her, Minorta.” You reply.

“So you did too, Pyrie?” She asks you.

“I am simply stating that is not proper.” You add.

“Yes Minorta, please focus on eating.” Ellien tells her.

You three finish up your meals and carry the plates onto the trolley.

What remains is doing the dishes, a task that you don't find thrilling.

This time as well Harrivetta doesn't appear to join the students.

In fact, you can't find her in the kitchen. She must be taking care of Davithea, you guess.

“And the dishes?” Minorta complains. “I still don’t know what good this maid education is going to teach me.”

“Perhaps you would rather learn from Pyrie’s maid?” Ellien suggests.

“I suppose you are right.” Minorta nods. “A professional school for housekeeping is something that exists.”

“Is that so?” Ellien tilts her head.

“That’s what I heard at least.” The blond girl adds.

The three of you finish up and clean their hands with soap.

You return your aprons and head to the coatroom.

The classes are over for today, hence you can enjoy your free time today, you figure.

“I mentioned this earlier.” Minorta explains. “I need to ask my brother for permission.”

“Then go ahead and ask him. We can wait here.” Ellien informs her.

“That would take some time.” The blond girl argues. “What if he doesn’t? Are you going to wait for me all day?”

Minorta says that she needs to tell her brother to take care of the cattle in her place before you all go to the bakery.

“I presume the only solution here would be to go together.” You point out.

“But my brother doesn’t really like visitors.” Minorta tells you.

“I don’t see a better solution however.” You state.

“I don’t see any other as well.” She replies.

“Then it’s decided!” Ellien says looking at you both.

You and Ellien nod and decide that you will go with her. Thus, the three of you head towards Minorta's home.

“You live quite a long way from the main road Minorta.” Ellien mentions.

“Yes but the area is quite peaceful too.” She replies.

“But then again you don’t get many visitors.” The blue haired girl points out.

“My grandma gets visitors every now and then.” Minorta says.

Surprisingly, despite your initial guess, Minorta's house is actually far away from the fork where you three meet every school day.

The road leading to it is in poor condition, sandwiched between old wooden fences.

The building itself is a time-worn hut, with a single chimney.

There is laundry hanged outside and a shabby barn to the right.

The man, who is presumably Minorta's brother walks out of it and greets the three of you.

He doesn't look too friendly.

“Minorta, did you bring your friends?” He asks her.

“Is that not good?” She replies.

“That is no good.” He shakes his head. “You don’t have time to play.”

“I do! The class ended earlier.” She answers.

“Then you have more time to help me. You promised.” He points out.

“No I didn’t! You said that you will be fine.” She says back to him.

“But you said you would help out if I asked.” He says back to her.

“So are you asking me to help you out now?” She asks him.

“And do you think now is a good time to play?” He asks him.

“Those are my friends after all.” She informs him.

“Are they really? This is the first time I saw them.” He informs her.

Her brother is a little sceptical about the truth, but eventually shrugs off the thought.

You are certain that you three are good friends and that's the relation between you, Ellien and Minorta.

Ellien then apologises for the behaviour of her brother and asks if it would be okay if she went to the newly opened bakery today.

“A newly opened bakery in the village? Are you certain of this?” His brother asks.

“Of course, you can ask them if you don’t believe me.” Minorta replies.

“I do believe you and them, but not that a bakery opened in the village.” He says.

“Everyone was talking about it at school, so it must be true.” She points out.

“I suppose everyone can’t be wrong at the same time.” He ponders.

“Then are you going to let me go?” She asks.

“On one condition however.” He states.

Her brother agrees and as she walks towards you, he stumbles on his leg a little.

You wonder if that's something serious, but you decide that it would be rude to inquire on the spot.

The man gives out some copper coins to Minorta and asks her to buy some bread.

With that, he walks back to the barn and the three of you head towards the village.

At some point, Ellien asks about Minorta's brother along the way.

“It must be tough for only him to take care of the farm alone.” Ellien voices.

“Well that’s why I hate it when he always tells me that I don’t help out.” Minorta explains. “Obviously I help him out every day, when I have the time, but he can be a little stingy about that.”

It is what it is, you nod. Working alone for the entire family is something that is expected, here in the farmland.

“Besides he thinks that I always have my head in the clouds. That’s not true of course.” Minorta looks at you and Ellien.

“You don’t? I suspect that must originate from your ability.” You reply.

“That is true!” She says excited that you guessed. “My grandma doesn’t talk but if she would she would probably tell my brother that I am a spirit medium.”

“Of course Minorta.” Ellien nods. “You don’t need to prove him that.”

“Yes, furthermore my grandma works as a Znachor.” Minorta explains. “She doesn’t leave the house but because of that we occasionally get visitors.”

You also learn that Minorta has an old grandma,

who sometimes provides services to sick people as a Znachor, but doesn't leave the house.

She also doesn't respond with words if you talk to her, which is odd, but Minorta doesn't mind.

“It is my family after all.” The blond girl explains. “I have to help them out, even if I get pestered by my brother.”

“Yes I also think they depend on you.” Ellien says. “Especially your grandma I think.”

“I simply think that she doesn’t have anything to say.” Minorta explains.

When you arrive at the village square, you notice very few people.

You remember that this morning there was a crowd here, which was probably after the fresh bread.

Normally the millman supplies the village with bread every day, so there is no problem.

Having competition however is rare, perhaps they made a deal, you ponder.

The three of you arrive at the market, notice the bakery sign and decide to enter.

As you open the door, the air of freshly baked products instantly fills your nostrils.

You guide your eye through the room to see different kinds of bread on display.

There is a lady behind the counter, dresses in chic dress with an apron.

"Good day ladies, how can I help you?” The lady says in a soft voice.

“Good day. I hope a moment wouldn’t be rude?” You reply.

“Please be at ease and take your time.” She bows to you.

“Wow! This place is something.” Minorta says running towards the glass window.

“Be careful not to break things Minorta.” Ellien warns her.

As you decide on what you want to buy, you see Ellien and Minorta interested in confectionery products.

You decide to buy some sweet chocolate puffs for them, even though they protested.

On the other hand, they pay for their own bread and the three of you leave, each one with a different paper bag.

On the way back you notice a strange man looking at you. He's hungry.

“So what did you buy? Just bread?” Minorta asks Ellien.

“I imagine you bought the same one? Mine is a little lighter.” The rose eyed girl observes.

“It didn’t have much one me after all. This one had the best scent.” Minorta explains.

“As long as they are both tasty we shouldn’t compare.” Ellien points out.

It's a beggar that sniffed the bread Minorta or Ellien brought, you discern.

He seems to be focused only on it, not taking care about everyone else looking at him.

You feel a sudden chill, and in spite of the warm weather, you begin to shiver.

You won't be able to overpower this person, even with the three of you, so you began to walk faster.

“Pyria? Wait up.” Ellien tells you.

“Are you worried about being late?” Minorta asks you.

“Look behind you.” You say.

Your friends now are aware of the situation and start panicking as well.

“Is he following us?” Minorta asks.

“Who is this man?” Ellien asks.

“If you keep your voice down and don’t make a commotion we will be fine.” You inform them in a whisper.

However, you remain calm and whisper to them to cool down.

You have your reason since you notice something as well.

You hear a shout from the distance and someone running towards you.

The man stops right before he reaches you, frozen by the voice of the priest.

“Hey stop!” Someone shouts.

“Stop that man.” You hear a voice.

“I’m not going anywhere.” The beggar stops.

The man of course explains that he just wanted to ask for some bread and had no ill intentions.

But it's hard for everyone to believe him, since he did follow you from behind.

In the meantime, Acculina makes her dashing entrance and stops next to the man.

She knows the man personally, the explains, and says that she trusts his side of the story.

“I simply wanted to ask for some bread.” The man states.

“You ran after them.” The priest argues.

“It was not my intention to. I was forced to because they started running.” He explains.

“So you were after them?” The priest inquires.

“No, I only wanted to ask…” The man says.

“Stop! I know this man! He can be trusted.” Acculina jumps into the scene.

From pity perhaps, Minorta takes out her bread and shares it with the man.

“So are you young ladies okay with this?” The priest discusses.

“We do not opine the man is at fault.” You say.

“Let him go, he was just hungry.” Ellien mentions.

“Here, you can have some.” Minorta takes her bread and shares it with the man,

“Thank you, and excuse me.” The man takes the bread and leaves.

The man departs the scene in a hurry, and Acculina explains his story.

He was originally a painter but lost his wife at some point due to an accident.

After that happened, he lost all inspiration and started soul searching.

Eventually he developed himself into alcoholism, and had to sell off his house.

He also had a daughter to take care of. However, she was taken away from him on charges of domestic violence.

It was only when Acculina met him, she convinced him to improve from his sorry state.

Even today she prays for his recovery.

“Acculina, you said you know the man.” The priest asks.

“Of course, I often see him on the bench.” Acculina says.

“What kind of man is he?” The priest inquires.

“If I would speak the truth, he was a decent man once, an artist. However, his wife died in an accident at one point.” Acculina tells the story. “After that there was alcohol. He couldn’t make money out of art anymore, sold his house, beat his daughter, she was taken from him and now is alone.”

“That’s an awfully sad story Acculina.” Says Ellien. “But why do you trust him?”

“I talked to him and he said he is going to improve. He told me he would stop with the alcohol at least.” The nun-like girl says.

“Your faith speaks of your hopefulness for him, right Acculina?” Minorta asks.

“But of course! I wouldn’t take pride as a younger sister if I didn’t right?” The Sapphire eyed girl boasts.

“You are still far from the official clergy profession young miss.” The Priest interrupts.

“Because you and sister only asks me to do petty things!” Acculina punts.

Everyone has a good laugh for a moment and the priest goes back to the church.

People who were looking also leave and you and the three friends continue talking.

“Say Acculina, I’m sorry to mention it but you have a big heart.” Minorta tells her. “Maybe a little too big.”

“What do you mean by that? Have you finally fallen prey to the seeds of love?” She looks at the bread and everyone smirks.

“If I was my brother here I would say…” Minorta voice becomes a little manly. “But he reeks of alcohol.”

“Did he?” The innocent nun-like girl says. “I suppose if you were to force me, I think yes, everyone noticed it. However, I still pray that he will eventually step down from that path.”

“Then perhaps he can’t find any other way?” Ellien voices. “If you were to ask me, a person who put alcohol over his daughter can’t be trusted, even if you want to believe him.”

“What is wrong in praying for his improvement?” Acculina asks.

“It’s not healthy for the family.” Ellien answers.

“His state is not that awful though…” Acculina tries to find an excuse.

“Given his grab and smell it’s hard to believe.” Ellien informs.

“Right, isn’t this basically lying for his sake?” Minorta asks.

“No it isn’t, it’s just something I want to believe.” Acculina states.

The three of you decide that they had enough adventures for today.

You split up and head towards your respective homes, saying your goodbyes to Acculina and each other.

The road towards your house is very uneventful, luckily,

but as you travel you recall that the three of them wanted to see your violin practise.

Of course that is no longer going to happen, you tell yourself.

You eventually arrive at your cosy home, and enter through the door carrying puffs and your school trunk.

“Mother I have returned home.” You announce.

“Welcome back darling.” Your mother answers.

“Welcome back young madam.” Your maid answers.

You greet your mother first and foremost, then undress your coat and take off your shoes.

Emmi announces that dinner will be ready soon and spots something you are carrying.

“Those are the sweet puffs from the bakery.” You present.

“Then I would strongly advise against eating them before dinner.” The maid says.

“I did not even think about doing that.” You explain.

“Please listen to your maid darling.” Your mother adds.

“Yes mother, I am aware that dinner is more important.” You say handling them over to Emmi.

You brought extra to share with your family, and perhaps that the smell spoiled the surprise.

The sweets are confiscated in an instant, you get no chance at reacting.

Feeling down, you sit next to your mother and start dinner.

“So darling, how was your day at school today?” Your mother asks you.

“We had that mister who was talking about the evolution theory.” You explain. “He was quite honest about it being just a science theory however. I can only imagine why the school would be forced to hire such tutors.”

“That is completely fine.” You mother says. “Being critical is not the only attribute fitting a lady, be it science or a spouse.”

“There was also a class about cooking.” You mention. “Students were asked to cook in the kitchen.”

“That’s awful darling.” Beamortha voices. “Did you bore yourself out?”

“They also had the option to opt out of the classes entirely.” You add. “Many were disappointed visually.”

“A young lady from a proper house should not involve their time with the cooks.” Your mother lectures you. “After all, there are much more gainful pursuits to follow.”

You talk about your day at school, how you had culinary classes and how students reacted.

She isn't very enthusiastic to hear that however.

Her opinion is that young girls from a good house should not get their hands dirty.

“If I were to share my opinion I would tell the principal to raise patisseries, instead of home cooks.” Your mother states.

“Of course mother.” You chuckle a little. “I recall a student saying exactly that.”

Your mother also mentions that she would like the school to raise patisseries, instead of home cooks,

to which you giggle a little. After the dinner is finished, you head to your room to do homework.

During your lecture of a book you notice a knock on your door. You decide to open it.

“Young madam, I think it is about time.” Emmi says while bowing to you.

“What time would that be?” You curiously ask.

“The time for violin practise of course.” She informs you.

“Is it that late?” You ask looking at the grandfather clock.

“Not quite young madam. It is best to start now before the sun comes down.” She explains.

“Allow me to finish my homework and then I will be ready.” You state.

“Of course young madam.” She bows and closes the door.

You are not surprised to meet her, but you do recall that you still have violin practise for today.

You probably forgot about it when you started homework, but Emmi reminded you about it.

You also probably forgot about it when you thought about your friends, but Emmi reminded you about it.

You sigh and close the book. You have now to face a greater how and see how you fare.

You exit your room and head to Emmi. You tell yourself that you are going to give your best.

After all, if you want to stand a chance against Harrivetta in the near future, that’s only expected.

You open the door and see Emmi inside. Her room is scarce of furniture.

Besides a bed and a desk, you can’t find anything else but it's comfy in its own way.

You pick up the instrument she prepared for you and look towards the note stand.

“I am not mistaken that young madam knows how to read this, yes?” Emmi ask you.

“I remember a class on this a while ago.” You nod.

“Then I proceed with teaching you the basics.” She stands near you.

Emmi once again guides your moves. This time the instrument is well tuned and ready to play.

She grabs gently by your small hand and shows you the way you should be guiding the bow.

She presses hard on your delicate fingers, which hurts a little, and explains how to properly hold the string in place.

It requires dexterity as well as some strength. You struggle to play it properly.

The process doesn't get any more interesting. You each tune you make, she listens.

With each movement of your finger, she watches. With each sweat you drop, she remains unimpressed.

You don't know who has more patience in the end,

the person playing the violin or the person rigorously watching and correcting your mistakes.

“Maybe it is best if we stopped for today, young madam.” The maid says.

“I feel defeated.” You tell her. “I really want to improve, just a little.”

“The battles are better fought with the prospect of winning the war. “ She explains.

“Of course you are right Emmi.” You nod. “I will try better tomorrow.”

“Do not underestimate yourself, young madam.” She cheers you. “I doubt there are many people who became skilled in one day.”

It takes a while before Emmi has finally enough and says you should come tomorrow.

You don't know if it's better to be satisfied with your first day,

or despair that you were not able to make progress.

Whichever is the case, when you decide to leave the room,

you notice that your mother was outside in the hallway.

Before you can say a word however, the maid assures that your practise is going smoothly.

“So how was the practise my darling?” Your mother asks you.

“It was difficult mother. Emmi worked me to the bone.” You tell her.

“Of course madam there were issues, but I can see improvement soon.” The maid tells her.

“Very well, I will look forward to your recital darling.” She turns towards you.

“Of course mother!” You reply with a hefty voice.

Your mother excuses herself and leaves to her room. You are left with the maid.

“What you said was the truth Emmi?” You ask her.

“Of course, I take pride in my work young maiden.” She replies.

You excuse yourself and head to your room to see if there is anything else to do before night falls.

You lay down on your bed and hear something knocking on the window door.

It's your friend, Minorta, who appears to have been listening to your musical practise.

You try to ignore her, because you don't want to face the embarrassment.

“Pyria!” She says half-whispering half-shouting.

But eventually open the window door and let her in.

“Thanks for letting me in, Pyrie.” She bows.

“Of course Minorta. I just wonder why would you come here at this time?” You tilt your head.

“It’s because I promised after all.” She smiles weirdly.

“Is it because your brother got mad and you ran away?” You guess.

“How did you know?” She drops her jaw stupefied,

“Your expression was showing.” You point out.

“That’s right, you are a spirit medium after all.” She smirks.

“A spirit medium?” You ask confused. “I suppose they are good at reading emotions. But didn’t you come here to hear my musical practise?”

“Of course that was secondary.” She explains. “There is a more important reason.”

She doesn't seem to be interested in talking about music.

Instead she feels like talking about something else, about today's trip to the bakery,

the man you met, and about something strange she noticed.

There was a strange force attached to that person, clinging onto his very existence.

It was a tired spirit, Minorta explains. She then asks if you sensed anything as well.

“Did you notice the spirit that followed the man?” She asks you with a serious face.

“I would lie if I didn’t say I sensed nothing.” You explain. “But a spirit is hardly how I would explain the sensation.”

“Are you sure?” She asks you again.

“I’m positive about that, I couldn’t sense anything like a spirit.” You tell her.

You give her a vague answer, since you can’t really tell yourself.

“The water spirit I sensed was full of unachieved dreams and regrets.” Minorta explains. “It’s a little like when you bottle up something and shake it a little. The pressure gathers and can’t escape.”

“That’s what you sensed Minorta?” You say. “That certainly is befitting his story.”

“Right, but it was because of the spirit he couldn’t stop drinking I think.” She tells you. “And when I said that lying isn’t going to help I meant that there was another way.”

“I see. I didn’t know that.” You nod.

“And I simply couldn’t talk about this openly,.” She informs you. “But I do feel like I need to apologise to Acculina at some point.”

Clearly the water spirit she is talking about was something you couldn't have sensed,

unless you were a spirit medium yourself. Therefore, saying that you didn’t know about it is correct.

Minorta is satisfied with your answer and smiles.

Next second, you hear the door opening. It's Emmi with your supper, surprised to see you two together.

“I understand. I will not take your time.” The maid excuses herself.

“That’s your maid Pyrie?” Your friend asks you.

“I call her Emmi.” You tell her.

“Emmi is quite nice of a person, don’t you think?” She mentions.

“I do find her dear.” You nod. “Here, I would be cruel not to share.”

You share your meal with Minorta while Emmi leaves you both in peace.

The two of you decide to change the subject and start talking about life and school.

“Right Pyrie, what do you plan exactly with learning an instrument?” She asks you.

“I do aim to become proficient with it as best as I can.” You explain. “I do not have any plans so far, but in the future I aspire to become a fine lady, just like my mother.”

“I understand. I also want to be more like grandma and become a Znachor.” She tells you.

Both of you have a small talk before Minorta decides to leave, despite you offering that she can stay the night.

“I should really go now.” She says.

“You are free to do so.” You reply. “Planning to keep you against your will would be bitter. Do consider however travelling through the night. Wouldn’t it be better to stay the night?”

“I pardon?” She tilts her head briefly. “I thank you for the offer but I must go,”

“And next time, please use the door.” You add as she exits through the window.

“Yes, I will.” She giggles.

Your friend rushes like the wind out of the window and you can no longer see her.

You close the window door and hope that she will make it safe and sound.

Perhaps even there is something inside of you that tells you she will be fine.

With that thought, you change into your night clothes and put on a mob cap on your head.

You lay down on your bed and cover yourself comfortably, awaiting for your eyes to close on their own.