"Pelia! Look!" A tiny voice matching the tiny hands held up a frog croaking in distress. The mud covered little body made the young girl sigh but smile. She grabbed the wooden bucket freshly cleaned from the laundry.
"Put it in here you little devil." The cherubic face broke into a smile that was stark against the dirty face it sat in. The frog was carefully put in and Pelia helped put some stones, moss, and water for the new addition to be comfortable.
The smooth operation was clearly a long standing arrangement. The two children walked the dirt path back to the village. The serene moment was met with smiles from passerby and even a Soul Realm cultivator waved at them as they passed.
Pelia suddenly slowed down. A feeling rose in her and made her stomach churn. She suddenly saw the turn to the lane for their home. It was a simple cabin with a barn to hold some cows and chickens.
