The midday sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the clearing in front of Freya’s cabin. The air was thick with the scent of earth and wood, and the sounds of nature surrounded her as she finished preparing a hearty stew for the family. Outside, the children were playing in the yard, their laughter rising and falling as they chased each other in a game of tag.

Askel and Leif were darting around, their energy boundless, while Eira and Sigrid giggled as they tried to outpace each other. The rhythmic sounds of their play echoed through the trees, a comforting hum in the peaceful midday.

Freya stood by the door, wiping her hands on her apron, watching them for a moment before glancing at the large pot of stew simmering on the fire. Her lips twisted into a small, knowing smile, and she let out a sigh, her eyes softening as she watched her children’s joy.

“Enough playing for now,” she called, her voice calm but firm, carrying through the clearing. “Come inside and wash up. It’s time for lunch.” Leif groaned but didn’t hesitate. The wild one of the bunch, he shot off like an arrow, eager to get inside and away from the heat of the midday sun. Eira and Sigrid followed quickly behind, still laughing, their faces lit with the thrill of play.

As they all filed inside, Freya returned to her cooking, her hands moving smoothly over the task as she adjusted the pot over the fire. Her gaze shifted toward the path that led into the forest, knowing you would soon return from the village. She couldn’t help but feel a small flicker of anticipation at the thought, but she kept her focus on the meal, her movements steady and efficient.

With a swift movement, Freya set the last bowl of stew down and turned toward the door. She straightened her posture, her face neutral but her eyes flicking towas you as the door creaked open. “Good timing,” she said, her voice steady and casual, yet there was a glimmer of something else,perhaps a quiet welcome, or a hint of something more.