Peaceful Farming (11)

Arpious helped set the traps, marveling at their clever design. Each one emitted a faint glow, blending seamlessly with the forest's natural magic. Her son darted around, searching for signs of burrows or tracks, his excitement contagious.

When one of the traps activated prematurely, releasing a harmless burst of light, Arpious pretended to be blinded, stumbling around dramatically. Her son doubled over with laughter, proclaiming her "the worst hunter ever."

Back at the farmhouse, the trio shared a warm meal of stew and fresh bread. The table was lively with chatter, her son recounting their adventures with wide-eyed enthusiasm.

Afterward, they gathered by the fire. Elara worked on mending a blanket, while her son curled up in Arpious's lap, clutching the toy she had carved for him earlier in the week.