"Follow me," she said in a calm voice.
Jasper followed without asking any questions. They walked through the verdant enclave. The moss was thick under their feet and the light mist caressed their legs. After several minutes, they arrived in front of a small cabin made of light wood, nestled between two massive roots of the World Tree. The door was simple, without ornament. The grandmother opened it and entered first. Jasper followed her inside.
The inside of the cabin was clean and welcoming. A low table occupied the center of the main room, surrounded by cushions. Wooden shelves ran along the walls, loaded with pots and dried plants. The grandmother pointed to a cushion with a gesture of her hand.
"Sit down," she said.
Jasper obeyed. She prepared tea with precise movements. She poured hot water into a teapot, added leaves, and let it infuse for a few moments. Then she served two steaming cups. The smell was sweet and slightly herbaceous. They began to drink in silence.
