The pale light of dawn crept through the frost-kissed windows of the Mendel residence, casting a soft glow on the hardwood floors.
Reya and Lara were already awake, their footsteps quiet as they moved about the kitchen. The hearth had been lit, crackling gently in the corner, warding off the chill of the cold January morning—the coldest month of the year.
A large pot of porridge simmered on the stove, the steam curling upward like a soft breath. Under Lara's careful instruction, Reya stirred in shredded chicken, chopped boiled eggs, roasted garlic, and a handful of finely sliced spring onions. The savory aroma filled the house, warm and comforting.
The Norse siblings, having woken up early to return to the inn and freshen up, were drawn in by a delicious aroma that led them to the kitchen. However, they were disappointed to discover that it was only simple porridge.
