Lilka led the Oena quite graciously into her small cottage. If the unicorn had the capability of sight, he would have seen that her house was rather cluttered, but clean. Though she did have a large amount of books stacked in various locations across her floors, bookshelves, and end tables, and quite a few other knick-knacks and trinkets scattered here and there, everything was dusted and taken care of. Even in the clutter, her books were alphabetized and every type of specific trinket had a place.
So when it came to her telescopes, whatever their sizes, were all placed by her southeast window. And all her enchanted rings, which were quite a few unfortunately (her Aunt Brigitta never did know what else to get Lilka for her birthdays), were all huddled into a pile on one of her coffee tables. Lilka had the intentions of going to a nearby town or the city to sell them off, but she simply never found the time to take such a trip. There were always so many things to be done!
Either way, Lilka house was clean, but [neatly] cluttered… And it smelled like overcooked stew!
Her stew! How could she have forgotten?!
Lilka quickly released the unicorn’s hand and rushed over to her cauldron. She sighed disappointedly at herself. How could she have forgotten about her stew?
The stew wasn’t burnt, of course, by any means. Lilka knew herself very well and unfortunately, forgetfulness, especially when intrigued, was one of her faults. Since she knew that, she had enchanted her cauldron so nothing in it would ever burn. Pretty smart, don’t you think? However, the only glitch in that spell was the fact that, although nothing in the pot ever burned, it didn’t mean that the liquids wouldn’t evaporate. And, indeed, this was one of those times where that glitch had taken full-fledged effect.
As Lilka, hot mitt in hand, pulled the metal hand attached to the fireside from over the fire, she replied to the unicorn’s previous inquiry: “In all truth and honesty, it’s never safe to go looking for anyone in the Draconi Forest at any time, but we should be alright.� Lilka paused for a moment, shaking her head at herself, once again, in disappointment. She simply couldn’t believe she had forgotten her stew again… “After all, it’s only a little past dusk.�