The next week. . .
The food was packed, clothes were packed, the cart and new wagons were ready as well as Peanut and Jam, the children were ready and already gone for the bathroom and Scout would be walking beside us for security.
I was just giving out final orders to those who will be making my new houses.
'If you are unable to finish the houses by when I return, it won't really matter to me because what I want is the field ready for food to be planted as soon as possible, therefore, I would really like it if the fields were ready by when I return in around or about thirty or thirty-one days from now. Alright?' I asked.
Bailey's husband and Minerva's father, Warden, nodded along with what I asked with half of the money I have promised. 'Yes, Understood. So, just to make sure we are in the same page, half of the money now, and half of the money when we all finish?' He asked.
'That is correct.' I confirmed with a nod.
Warden looked grateful at the bag full of the half money he was promised. Looking but nervous, and excited. 'Very well my lady, we will work hard.' He put his money safely in his belt and turned out to see the workers. 'Worker's let move!!' He ordered around.
Everyone cheered following his lead. Including Michael, who was following Warden like a puppy excited to heard sheep. Just instead of sheep, he was learning construction and woodwork practice.
I sighed softly and then turned around to go with the crew. 'Is everyone ready?!' I asked.
'Yes mam!' Orson confirmed climbing up his own horse. 'Andrew and Paul are on the back of this wagon,' he pointed to the back of his wagon where Andrew and Paul appeared from and waved, 'Sipfra is already taking control of the kitchen,' he pointed to the restaurant who was still receiving clients, 'and your son Charlie is climbing on Peanut!' He pointed to the other wagon where Charlie was climbing with almost no difficulty on Peanut.
'Good! Let's go!' I declared walking to Jam who had the cart and then jumped on her and made her move. 'To Silverwood!!' I declared to the right direction and following the trail.
'Woooohoooooo!' Everybody cheered as we went to our small adventure.
. . . .
A day later. . .
We have reached Silverwood, where everybody was already setting their posts and tends up.
Before going, I encouraged the twins to make their own little sales so they could raise money for themselves.
Charlie used his easel to make sketches for five coppers per person, ten coppers per couple, and fifteen coppers per family. As for Lottie, she decided to make her own little fortune telling rack, with little tricks adding a bit of magic here and there to practice, and some of the fortune telling services she offers are "small bits of astrology," fortune telling with cards, Quiromancy (fortune telling with a person's hands), crystallomancy (fortune telling with a crystal ball), just to name a few.
As for Liam, well, he was too little, yet he still wanted to help. Very insistenly.
'Hmm. . .' I started to think how could I get Liam to help with him waving my skirt. 'Liam, sweety, stop that, remember, in the house is allowed but not in public.' I stopped him from tugging my skirt. 'And please let me think in what you can help with, okay?' I asked him and nodded sitting in my shadow because it was hot. I exhaled and looked around. How do I get him to help. . . Hold on! My brain went directly to modern times, where a person had a very funny-looking costume of either a store's or a football team's mascot and they would be dancing and cheering, attracting people around.
I smiled at that thought in that moment. But there was a tiny moment. 'The restaurant. . . Does not have a mascot.' I recalled thinking hard. 'And I don't know if it is possible to find something that could do for such costume.' I murmured very quietly to myself so Liam did not heard me. 'Hmm. . . Liam, honey, wait for me here for a moment.' I asked him as I walked to Charlie,
Charlie, fortunately was just finishing a lovely portrait of an old couple and as soon as the money was in his hands and had a new piece of paper, I approached him. 'Hey, Charlie. Em. . . Weird question. If each member of our family was a type of spice, what would he be?' I asked him.
Charlie didn't even blinked as he was sharpening his pencil. 'Hmm. . . Lottie would be saffron, due to her delicacy, worth and rareness, I would put you, dear mother, in the spice of cinammon. Liam is a sweet child like the vanilla, and me. . .' He seemed to think it through. 'Ginger. . . I think. . . . Yeah, I'm ginger.'
I smiled and then patted his head. 'Thanks Char.' I ruffled his hair and then good to think about it a bit more. 'But wait, what about it Indigo and baby girl?' I asked him.
'Well, they are still babies and Indigo is still too small to develop her personality just yet. . . But baby girl seems to be quite ambitious into escaping and making mischief so, I think baby girl is. . .' Charlie seemed to think it deeply. 'Anise. A sweet innocence with her strong touch of flavor.' He determined.
I laughed for now. 'T-That is true, hahaha.' I looked over my shoulder, with baby girl looking grumpy on my back, unable to escape. Her face could literally be described as her saying something along the lines of "I do not find this air jail amusing, mother," with a sassy tone.
'Say. . . Why do you ask me this?' Charlie asked putting his pencil and paint brush down, raising an eyebrow at me.
'Well, Liam over there wants to help in any way he can. . . I already told him that he was too little yet, but he is being quite insisitent.' I explained Charlie the situation. 'So I got an idea. But I cannot decide whether to make it a spice, a bread, or a drink.' I suddenly questioned myself.
Charlie raised the other eyebrow. 'Em, details?'
'Okay okay, em. . . Imagine this: Liam with a vanilla extract jar as a costume.' I told him my idea briefly.
Charlie blinked, looking at me confused, then he frowned, as he thought that idea deeper. 'Hold that thought. . .' He started to sketch in his paper.
I waited patiently.
When Charlie finished, he then showed me an exact copy of what I had in mind. Liam, in a costume of a cylinder-looking-like container with a little drawing of of a vainilla flower in the center. 'Is this what you were thinking of?' He asked.
'. . . Yes! That is it!' I smiled applauding. 'Think about it, who wouldn't want to come after seeing a little toddler walking around in such funny thing?'
Charlie seemed to be troubled by it. 'And if he doesn't like it?' He asked.
'Then I'll think of something else, but if you have a better idea with what he could do at his age, I am all ears.' I told him crossing my arms.
Charlie was about to open his mouth, but he then looked like he could not think of a better way to get him to help. He resigned sighing heavily. 'And how are you suppose to make this costume? No offense, but even I would agree that, if it is as heavy as it looks, Liam might die of the hot sun in less than five seconds.' He noted pointing to the obvios.
'Yeah, but, in that little costume, I would get Lottie to put inside the top small bits of ice to cool everything else off.' I suggested and got Charlie to nod along. 'And also, is just for him to have it on and play around for a bit, I am not going to make him wear it all day.' I clarified.
Charlie agreed nodding. 'Okay okay, sounds good. But how are you going to create costume as such on short notice?' He wondered raising his eyebrow.
'Hehehe, I don't now.' I admitted. 'But, if there's something I know, is that I am too stubborn when I want to.' I pull up my sleeves and made a bun out of my braid.
Charlie's eyes went wide knowing full well that the bun means. 'Okay, good luck.' He cheered me from his side while giving me the drawing and went back to his business.
. . .
20 minutes later. . .
'Hi! Please come to our stand!' Liam waved at people with his little arms in the funny-looking suit. 'We have, a-am, bread, and cookies, and cheecake a-and, candy!' He made little jumps attracting a bunch of people, especially with the "vainilla powder" coming out of the top of the suit. 'W-We also have a fortune teller, and an artist willing to help you!'
Everybody was being attracted by the suit and what he said we were offering.
I was giggling for myself as I stood proud of my accomplishment, while the twins were looking like "oh my gods, she actually pulled it off." But they didn't complain, Liam was also helping them with their small businesses so it was bonus.
'Hi!' Liam came up to a family. 'Please come to our stand!' He asked excitedly. 'We actually have fresh and cool drinks and-and a bunch of candy, and-and frozen treats!' He told them.
'Frozen treats?' The father asked curious while wipping his forehead.
'Sounds amazing.' The mother said with exhaustion from the heat. 'Say, aren't you in extreme heat inside that costume?' The mother asked Liam worridsome.
'No.' Liam shook his head. 'M-My sister can use magic, so-so she put a "cooling spell" in my costume.' He told them.
'That sounds amazing.' The pair of children said equally hot of the summer.
'Come come!' Liam took the mother's hand and guided her and her family to the stand. 'We-we have iced water, iced tea, iced lemonade, and frozen lollipops!' He told them.
'Hahaha, frozen popsicles, Liam.' I corrected him with a smile.
'That-that!' Liam nodded to me.
The chef who was in charge of the frozen and cool treats took over and offered the options. Showing briefly the variety as well as the drinks. The family could not resist the heat, so the parents bought the biggest iced tea cup available, the two sons went for a milk popsicles like vainilla y berry compota, and the little girl took a frozen water popsicle option which was wild berry.
They have Liam a two copper tip and they left. Liam came running showing off his tip. 'Have I—Have I done good mom?!' He asked excitedly.
'Very much!' I nodded putting the two coppers inside a small, improvises pouch for Liam. 'So far, you have gotten ten coppers, that is very good for your age!' I praised him. 'Do you still want to wear the suit or do you want to keep going?' I asked him.
Liam thought about for two seconds and then shook his head. 'I want to keep going!' He declared running off to attract clients, making funny dances which made a lot of people laugh and people getting closer to eat and drink something.
I smiled at that.
. . .
In the evening. . .
Liam fell asleep as soon as he came into my arms. He made about twenty coppers today which was a huge succes for him, with him being so little. Charlie for his part, he was able to make it up to five hundred coppers in total, while Lottie made around two hundred and twenty five coppers today,
'Don't worry Lottie, is okay.' I hugged Lottie who was looking down for not making the same money as Charlie. 'Some days are better than others, we can review the best options and even change the prices if you are comfortable with it.' I told her.
Lottie looked up at me and nodded along.
'Very well.' I kissed her forehead. 'For now, get ready for dinner.' I turned around to look at Charlie who was putting his easel away very carefully. One might guess I am about to scold him for being a "bad brother," but the reality is very different. I smiled at him as he went to me running and showed his pouch of five hundred copper. It is not his fault that his art sold better than Lottie's fortune telling. It is probably fault of people who distrust witches and have scepticism towards them.I patted Charlie's head with a smile. 'Prepare for dinner Charlie, we'll talk about money after it.' I told him.
Charlie nodded enthusiatically and left to change inside the tent.
. . . .
After dinner. . .
'It is not fair.' Lottie commented.
'Lottie, I know you are upset, but remember that in the countryside, a lot of people tend to be sceptical of witches, which is why not a lot of people trust them.' I reminded her. 'Also, if you think about it, the prices might have been a bit two high.' I recalled.
'High?! Magic takes time and effort!' Lottie countered.
'Yes, I know and believe you. But one, not a lot of people know that, and two, not many people can afford it.' I told her. 'If we were in the city, you could easily charge a lot more, BUT, we are in the country side, and a lot of people prefer to live in the present than anxious themselves about a future who might change in the split of a second because of a simple decision.' I determined. 'Most of the countryside people simply cannot afford a fortune teller for fifty coppers, that is why I have adapted my prices and changed my ways of pricing by a LOT in order to make ends meat and be able to afford everything I have so far.' I explained.
Lottie exhaled frustrated.
'I know it is hard for you to make changes, Lottie.' I touched her shoulder. 'But the changing pace between the city and countryside also means readapting from one place to another, and then back again.' I informed her. 'We might all live in the same green earth, but we all live through different eyes and perspectives. The perspective of the people here, is not the same as yours, therefore, in order to make it work, you need to adapt to a price that they can both afford, and agree to pay for.'
Lottie looked annoyed and irritated, but nodded.
I then turned to see Charlie. 'So, five hundred coppers? That is fantastic for your first time doing business.' I ruffled his hair once again.
Charlie chuckled proudly.
We all decided to sleep in because, in the end, the first day is always exhausting.
. . .
The next day. . .
Lottie, was naturally having trouble in getting clients. All for the same factors as I previously told her, bu clearly she needed to try again because of her stubborness.
By noon, she hasn't even got a client, dying of heat in the sun, and then I came by. 'Are we still going to keep trying, let the money go by, or are we finally going to change?' I asked her.
Lottie grumbled in anger, but nodded. I then took her inside our tent where it was cooler and we both sat down. 'Here drink it up.' I offered her water.
I then re-started to reorganice her stand with a new board with drawings more easy to understand. 'From now on, don't just accept copper, but anything they are willing to offer AND it must be equal to the copper value of the board.' I told her, leaving her to her stand once more.
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By the end of the week. . .
Charlie was able to make about eight hundred and and twenty five copper, but, when money became tight for others, he quickly readapted his prices and exchanges into three categories:
1. A drawing of a single person could equal to: five copper, but would also accept a beer jar, a single fresh egg, a small piece of cheese, some cheap yet useful candles, a bunch of healing herbs (lavender, rue, rosemary, etc), a small piece of linen, and either smoke or dried fish.
2. A drawing of a couple could equal to: eight bronces, but would also accept two or three beeswax candles, a piece of smoked or saltes meat (like bacon or something similar), half a bottle of simple wine, a sheet of parchment, a bouquet of exotic spices or herbs, a song or a make an artistic presentation as an art exchange.
3. A drawing of a family could equal to: a silver coin, but would also accept a pound of salt, five to ten beeswax candles, a whole leg of an animal (example: sheep or pig) salted or fresh, a small sack of imported spices, small basic silver jewerlery (like a ring or a brooch), a whole artistic espectacle as an artistic exchange, one partchment sketchbook.
As for Lottie, her board stated that she was willing to accept certain things and smaller amounts of copper for her magic:
1. Quiromancia: fortune telling with the hands. From one to two coppers, but can also be paid with one egg, a piece of black bread, a jar of common beer, a simple candle, etc.
2. Cartomancy: fortune telling with cards. From three to two bronces, but can also be paid with white bread, a small piece of good cheese, half a jar of simple wine, two or three wax candles, a sheet of partchment, etc.
4. Astrology: horoscope and stars calculation. One silver coin, but would also accept a partchment sketchbook, a good wine jar, a jar of mead (honey wine), a small sack of salt, a big chunk of salted or smoked meat, etc.
5. Crystallomancy: fortune telling with a crystal ball. Two or three silver coins, but would also accept a pound of salt, silver jewerly, a small chest of spices, a piece of fine fabric (like silk or velvet), etc.
As for Liam, I made little pockets in the costume so he could hold on two the tips he received so he didn't had to fun all the way back to me.
At the end of the week, we all decided to check what we had, of course, I made sure that the chefs could go through the festival a bit earlier, so they could see if they wanted to buy of exchange something.
'Well, children, let's see what did you got for payment.' I declared smiling at them.
Liam took out all his money from his pockets and placed it in the center of the circle. 'I do not know how much I got.' He admitted showing himself a bit embarrassed.
'Hehe, it is okay not to know things, Liam.' I told him while helping take off his costume. 'You are still just a toddler, you are not old enough to learn maths and other stuff.' I told him.
Liam nodded and let me count. I counted each coin and then smiled. 'Liam, you have made eighty copper in total!' I praised him.
The twins applauded excited for their little brother.
'Yay! I am rich now!' Liam exclaimed excited.
The three of us laugh. 'Not that rich, but you definetely have more money than other children of your age.' I patted Liam's hair and the put his money in his small improvised pouch. 'Who's next?' I asked.
Charlie raised his hand looking proud and brought all that he got:
1. Eight hundred and twenty five copper, a hundred bronce and five silvers.
2. Twenty-seven eggs.
3. Fifty simple candles.
4. A bunch of herbs like lavender, rosemary, camomille, etc.
5. Two beer jars.
6. Twenty-one beeswax candles.
7. Eight sheets of parchtment.
8. Five pounds of salt.
9. Three small sacks of spices.
10. Five silver rings.
11. Three silver brooches (one with incrustated gems or glass. . . I cannot tell).
12. One partchment sketchbook.
13. Four jars of wine.
14. Three jars of mead (honey wine).
'Wow, Charlie!! You work really paid off!!' I praised him patted him on the head. 'But, I also saw some bread, cheese, meat and even fish here and there. . . Did you ate it all?' I asked him.
Charlie nodded sheepishly. 'In my defense, they would have never lasted until the end of the week.' He excuses himself. 'They were made to eat on the spot, not to wait and eat them afterwads.'
I nodded in agreement. 'Good point. What about you Lottie? Did it work this time?' I asked turning to see her.
Lottie nodded a bit shyly and showed me the loot:
1. Five hundred copper, a hundred bronces, 10 silver coins.
2. Ten eggs.
3. Twenty simples candles.
4. Ten beewax candles.
5. Two sheets of parthcment.
6. Two partchment sketchbooks.
7. Five jars of mead (honey wine).
8. One pound of salt.
9. Five silver rings.
10. Two silver neckclace (one with a ruby pendant).
11. Three silver brooches with incrustated gems.
12. A simple silver forehead crown (small crown from a noble).
13. Three silver hairpins (one with pearls).
14. Silver headband.
15. A silk handkerchief with silver embroidery in the edges.
16. Two hair combs (one made of silver, and another one made of bone).
2. Two small jars of honey.
'Haha! I told you it would work!!' I told her so. 'Seems the crystal ball thingy was the most asked thing from nobles who passed by, wasn't it?' I asked her.
Lottie nodded sheepishly.
'Now, before you decide to resell or exchange anything, let me ask you this: what do you want to keep and what do not want to keep?' I asked them. 'Because, mind you, if you want to exchange or sell me something I am more than willing to do so. Especially the salt and eggs which as extremely useful in the business.' I reminded them.
The twins blinked. 'Can we have some of the eggs boiled?' They asked at the same time.
'Hahahahaha, of course!' I nodded smiling. 'But, first let's check out things like salt, beer, wine, and mead, for you both are too young to drink such stuff. In my humble opinion.' I told them as I brought the things I got. 'Bring the things I want to exchange and let's trade, shall we?' I proposed.
The things I have gotten besides the money were:
1. Twenty-five balls of wool (white, brown, and black).
2. Three wood combs ( one carved with flowers).
3. Twenty simple candles.
4. Thirty eggs.
5. Four linen handkerchiefs (two with embroidery)
6. Ten soap bars. (Some with good smell, while other were simple)
7. Two wooden figures (one of a must likely a goddess, while the other is practically an angel)
8. Fifteen jam jars (all with different fruits and flavors)
9. Three partchment sketchbooks.
10. Three silver rings.
11. Two silver broochs.
12. Five meters of fine wool.
13. Three decorated beeswax candles.
14. A clay figurine decorated (with the goddess from the other wooden figure)
15. Fine linen gloves.
16. Two oil lamps (one made of bronce and the other made from iron)
17. Five perfumes (two lavender, one mint, one rose, and one of honey lemon)
18. Three silver cups.
19. Four shawls of silk.
'Wow!!' The children were amazed.
'So, shall we trade?' I proposed.
They nodded enthusiastically.
. . .
20 minutes later. . .
In exchange for the salt and eggs, the twins one of the four linen handkerchiefs each, but embroided, but with different type of embrodiery. Charlie's handkerchief was yellow color with silver embroidery, while Lottie's was blue with golden embroidery.
Liam "payed me" five copper for a small jam jar of strawberry flavour. He soon started to eat it as a snack.
I gave Lottie one of the shawls (blue with golden embrodiery) in exchange for her five jars of mead (honey wine), while I gave Charlie the three partchment textbooks in exchange for all of his alcohol reserve (beer, wine, mead) and he accepted.
As for them, Charlie exchanged his herbs to Lottie for one of the three silver brooches with incrustated gems. Liam then asked Lottie and Charlie for something, so they both gave him a simple silver ring each and then Liam payed twenty coppers each.
I then gifted Charlie and Lottie some things as early presents, one of the silver cups each, the oil lamps with Charlie having the bronce and Lottie the iron one, and one perfume each one. Charlie took the rose perfume and Lottie took the honey lemon.
As for Liam, I gave him one of the handkerchiefs (light green with brown embrodiery), the last silver cup, and one of the last two shawls of silk (forest green with golden embrodiery).
The baby girls suddenly got fussy, as if they were saying "and us what?!" So, as we laughed, I gave them the two wooden figurines (which were fortunately big enough so they wouldn't eat them by accidente), and I picked them both up. 'How about we now go and look around the festival?' I proposed the twins and Liam. 'You three might want to buy something else while find I both of these girls something for themselves.'
'Yeaahhhhh!! Let's go! Let me change first!' The three kids jumped in excitement while they packed and got ready.
. . .
Fifteen minutes later. . .
The festival only got louder and more cheerful as the night came. I was holding the babies with my giant cloth, while the twins were using their oil lamps, and I holded Liam by the hand. 'Okay, seems there are still a LOT of stands, let's make the most of it before it becomes to dark to see quality.' I suggested as we went through the stands.
There were food stands, artesan and merchant stalls, magical and ritual stands (like Lotties, but more elaborated), entretenimiento stands, children stands, and even game stands.
'It is as beautiful as last year, right you two?' I asked the twins.
They both nodded excitedly.
Liam pouted, seemingly upset that he wasn't there last year.
'Aw, don't cry Liam, you are here now, and now you get to enjoy everything with us.' I promised him as I took him to one on the children's stands. 'Here, is there anything you want?' I asked Liam as Charlie picked him up while Lottie holded both oil lamps(Charlie was helping me since I was with both baby girls) and let him see everything.
Liam observed everything. There were simple wool stuffed toys, spinning tops, wooden animals, marbles made of clay or polished stone, carved wood or clay dices, etc. Liam took his time deciding what he wanted and then, he pointed to a hand-puppet, wool made and was decorated and dressed as an elf. 'That one.'
The lady in her stand smiled. 'It is ten coppers.' She told me.
I nodded and took out the money from Liam's bag and gave it to her, and she gave me the puppet. As we left the stand, Charlie put Liam down and I out the puppet in his hand. Liam started to move the little elf puppet with his hand. 'Hehehe.' He laughed, content with his first purchase. 'I name him Mark.' He declared as he started to talk to the puppet as his friend.
I smiled and took his free hand while we kept walking.
As few stands farther, and we found a stand that was selling some of hair accesories of different materials and prices. Hairpins, combs, headbands, etc. Lottie took an interest and saw a beautiful hairpin with pink tourmaline stars incrustated. 'Oh. . .' She gasped at the beauty of it. 'How much?'
'Five hundred copper or its equivalent.' The artesant responded dryly, as he smoked a cigarrette without looking at anyone.
Lottie checked her money and things she was willing to trade with. 'Hmm. . .' She looked at me for advice.
'He him something he can eat, drink, or for daily purposes. Something similar that he makes won't be of value to him.' I hinted.
Lottie nodded and kept searching while taking her money pouch a long with five of her ten beewax candles. 'How about, two hundred copper and one small jar of honey?' Lottie proposed showing him what she was willing to give.
The artesant looked up at the word "honey." He looked up and inspected the honey. 'Hmm. . .' He took out the cigarrette and then looked at the money still in Lottie's hand. '. . . Deal.' He took the jar and money and let Lottie take the hairpin.
'Yes!' Lottie took the hairpin and quickly made a bun put of her hair and quickly pierced that bun with the hairpin. 'Thanks you, bye!' She waved the man goodbye who just nodded along.
We followed up to another few stands and Charlie saw a stand that caught his attention. A welder's stand to be exact. The stand was full of iron and other metal utilities. From small kitchen knives, to long and clearly heavy armor and shields.
Charlie looked around the stand, and found a very good-looking dagger, with the blade made of iron, and the handle made of marble. 'How much for this one?'
The welder, an older man looked to see Charlie and what he was pointing at, and laughed. 'You wouldn't even have the half of it!' He assured chuckling. Charlie frowned and the man, clearly feeling pite for Charlie, sighed. 'But if you still want to know, it cost around. . . A thousand copper, or rather, four silvers. Mínimum.' He declared.
Charlie raised his eyebrows and gulped. But then frowned determined and looked at me for advice.
'He already has everything when it comes to necessities and protection, but he seems to lack a lot of pretty decorations for both him and his heavy pregnant wife.' I pointed with my head to a lady next to the welder knitting away with content.
Charlie nodded and looked through his bag, beyond his money pouch. He found the three brooches and took out the one with incrustated gems or colorful glass. 'Would take this?' He asked the welder.
The welder checked again and his pipe almost fell from his mouth. 'B-Bring it here!' He extended his hand.
Charlie gave the brooch to him and the welder inspected it very carefully. 'Hm. . Hm?!. . .' The welder looked at Charlie with surprised. 'I. . . Cannot.' He gave the brooch back. 'The gems are genuine, if they were just colorful glass or even fake, I would take it, but unless you want something besides the dagger, it is too much.' He denied.
'Oh! That is okay!' Charlie put the more wealthy brooch in bag and took out one of the simple silver brooches. 'Is this okay then?'
The welder inspect it for a few moments and nodded. 'It is deal.' He declared, put the brooch away for a moment and taking a leather sheath with which he covered the dagger's blade and only then did he gave it to Charlie. 'Be careful though, loose the sheath, and the changes of cutting yourself can maximize up to actually losing a finger. . . Maybe more.' He warned Charlie giving him the dagger.
'Yes sir!' Charlie made the military sign that I taught him and put the dagger safely back in his bag, while the welder took the silver brooch and brought it to his wife, whose eyes brighten up when she saw her new hair brooch. Charlie then ran back to us. 'I'm back.' He told me.
I smiled at that. 'Let's keep going.' I told them and we kept going.
Some time later, I found a wood artesan with his wool artesan wife selling stuff for babies. I quickly went there and bought two wooden rattles for each of my baby girls, a soft green baby blankee with a brown embroidery of a horse for baby girl, and a light blue blankee with a white embrodiery of a moon and stars for baby Indigo.
I payed for all of the things with eight coppers (for the rattles), and the rest with a silver brooch.
We then went back to our own tent to check out what we had for each other and go back to the camp to rest .
'Hmm. . .' I looked at the blankee for baby girl. 'Hm. . .' I looked up. The aurora borealis was here. 'Children look!' I picked up the baby girls. 'It's the aurora!' I told them.
'Woooooo!' Liam ran out to check it out. 'Look mom! It is the aurora, and in summer!' He pointed to it as surprised as I was.
'Yeah. . .' I nodded smiling, hearing the twins coming next to me, each twin on one of my sides. 'Hehe. . .' I looked down at baby girl. 'Aurora. . .' I nodded to myself. 'Aurora it is then.' I declared.
The children turned to look at me extranged. 'What is it?' They asked at the same time.
'Baby girl's name. Aurora. Aurora Baker.' I declared tearing up, but then I thought of something. 'Should, I give her a second name though?' I asked to myself. 'They warned me that, I should give her a "heavenly" name because a lot of people might misunderstand her for an evil witch for her hair.' I murmured.
'Oh oh!' Lottie raised her hand. 'I know a good name!' She exclaimed. 'Brielle. It means "God is my strength." Nobody will mistake baby sister for an evil witch now.' She proposed inflating her chest with pride.
I thought about it and nodded. 'Aurora Brielle Baker. That will be your new name.' I kissed baby girl's forehead, who giggled at her new name.
'So, baby girl's new name is Aurora Brielle now?' Charlie asked with Liam by his side, who was glacing at both his brother and me simultaneously.
'That is right.' I nodded.
'Okay!' Charlie and Liam agreed shrugging their shoulders.
We all sat down on the floor then, looking at the sky being awake despite being summer. Then again, it is a festival, the sky might be blessing us with its dance.