Peaceful Farming (17)

As the evening deepened, the family gathered in the warm glow of the farmhouse kitchen. The hearth crackled softly, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls. Outside, the world was quiet under its snowy blanket, but inside, the kitchen bustled with purpose.

Elara spread an array of supplies across the sturdy wooden table: jars of dried herbs, sachets of magical powders, vials of essential oils, and bottles of distilled spirits. "Winter's cold can be unforgiving," she said, setting down a large pot of simmering water. "These remedies will keep us strong."

Arpious watched closely as Elara began sorting the herbs, separating them into neat piles. "Chamomile for calm," Elara explained, holding up a delicate bundle of pale flowers. "Elderberry for immunity, peppermint for clarity, and a touch of willow bark for aches." She handed Arpious a mortar and pestle. "Start with these."