Cauldron of Memories (part 12)

Chapter 12: Hiraeth

If ever I recall a memory,

And find You lingering there,

Then, and only then, I’ll know,

At that moment, with a quiet ache,

I can truly say, I miss you.

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After a while, as the playful chaos began to fade, the witch tapped the pot with a wooden spoon to regain their attention. “It’s done! Gather around now, boys.”

In silence, she approached the table, her utensils floating gracefully ahead of her, meticulously setting out an array of food, drinks, and various snacks. Each dish looked inviting as if conjured from a dream.

Feyrick, trying to mask any trace of anxiety, chirped brightly, “It smells lovely!”

The witch tilted her head, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Flattery already, Feyrick?”

He laughed in response, a touch of exaggerated flair to his voice. “Anything for the lady!”