2. Cauldron

Marianne Lenoir climbed down from her carriage and bid good night to her coachman and maid. It had been a long night, thankfully her grandchild was there to finally take over on these matters.

"Good night, grandmother," greeted a young voice from the darkness.

The old woman smiled and dismissed her maid.

"Darling, why are you not asleep?"

A girl of black hair and sky blue eyes wearing a pink nightgown and a braid came into the moonlight that sneaked through the windows.

"I was practicing my lucid dreams, but they were turning violent again, so I am staying awake," she said.

Marianne stroked her cheek.

"I see. I will make you something to sleep, the whole town will see you tomorrow, you do not want them to find you anything but lovely, do you?"

The girl nodded.

"Thank you, grandmother. I shall make the tea."

"Who said anything about tea, Marinette?"

Both women grinned and giggled.

"Go get your cauldron, child."