Picardie sits at the low table, alone in her childhood home.
She lifts a spoon of soup, looking at it, and eats it. She cries.
Picardie thinks: My mind… it is blank. What shall I say? To him?
Amiens has come back inside.
Amiens: Here she is.
A dark figure stands before Picardie.
Laon: Thank you, Amiens. Greetings, Picardie.
Picardie holds her hands in her lap.
Picardie: Laon. I have returned, for a short time.
Laon sits at the other side of the table, eyebrows raised up.
Picardie looks up at him.
Picardie: I am sorry for running away right after the ceremony.
Laon: I apologize, as well. I spoke vile words to you, two years ago.
Laon remains seated at the table.
Laon: My father had said cruel things of your name. I should have made my own decisions about you.
Picardie folds her arms across her chest.
Picardie: Oh. Thank you.
Laon smiles a little.
Laon: Although I doubt we were suited for each other…
Picardie relaxes, holding her head in between her hands.
Picardie: Ha! Nothing truer can be said.
The snowcapped mountains form the background for the last panel.
Laon: Well, tell me- what forests have you found, beyond these hills?
Picardie: You would not believe them…
It is autumn in Valley Forest. The trees are changing color.
Lorraine holds out her hand, magic coming from her fingers.
Lorraine: Ahya, iopa!
A vine sprouts up, and reaches out to the tree branches.
Lorraine: Mirear, orcaer, hajaal.
Vines drop nuts into big baskets.
Lorraine holds out her hand, and the vines keep working.
Lorraine: Yarnuts, complete!
Alsace looks at her from a distance, smiling.
Alsace is beneath a tree with red nuts.
Alsace: I shall finish with the whunuts soon.
Alsace holds a tree trunk, looking up at the branches and leaves.
Alsace: Narya, narya, iopa.
The red, wrinkled nuts fall through the air.
Alsace: Mirear, hyuma, hajaal.
One nut hits Alsace right on the top of her head. She holds her head, frowning.
The nut lands in a mostly full basket.
At the edge of a different forest, there are more tree stumps than trees. Dirt fields stretch out to faraway mountains in the red sunset.
Three panels show more chopping. One tree has a big cut in its trunk. Another has just fallen. Big stumps cluster in the grass.
Different voices shout:
Boss, the wagons are full!
Everyone, head out!
Calais and Occitanie walk through Valley Forest, not a stump in sight.
Occitanie: Calais, where are we heading…
Calais smiles in a close-up shot.
Calais: I found some apples to pick for the children.
Occitanie holds out her hand, palm up.
Occitanie, thinking: When did Calais notice? I should have felt the apples ripening in my fingertips.
Calais stands among apple trees, holding one red apple. They smile.
Occitanie positions herself while Calais turns to the apple trees.
Occitanie: I shall hold the basket.
Calais holds out their hand, and magic comes from their pointer finger. Apples hang above their hand.
Calais: Apples- conio domno.
The magic pattern replicates itself on the apples, and they fall from the branches. They fly towards Occitanie, hitting her in the stomach.
Occitanie: Woah- ah!
Occitanie falls to the ground, apples in her lap.
Calais stands over Occitanie, concerned.
Calais: What happened? I thought you would have your vines…
Calais holds out a hand, and Occitanie reaches to take it.
They blush when Occitanie is standing.
Calais walks away.
Calais: We should get some more from the other trees.
Occitanie holds out her hand again, apples around it. A similar magic pattern comes from it, but it is wobbly and weak.
What has happened to my magic? My energy?
Occitanie stands among the apple trees, her face in shadow.
Only one answer. That place… Will I die with it?
Dark clouds hang over the yellow walls of the forest.
At the base of the wall, Limousin cries, and Guyane tries to comfort her with a hand on her shoulder.
Guyane: Shhh. The adults will be back soon.
Tears are coming from Limousin’s eye.
Lim: Oh! Calais!
Calais stands before the two, carrying a big basket of apples.
Calais: Limousin? Guyane?
Calais gets on the level of Limousin and Guyane.
Lim: Aquitaine is missing!
Guyane: They wandered off on one of our walks. I am so sorry.
Calais: Uhhh… tch… Come inside.
Calais opens the door to their house, looking back at the demon and the child.
Calais: Tell me where you were walking.
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