Zeudi stepped out of the house, she really needed the fresh air. Granted she was not the one doing the hard labor, but still she didn''t have it easy. And naming a child is not a responsibility that should be taken lightly, it was something the child would carry with them for the rest of their lives. If they didn''t use the oho pacha spell to change gender, and changed their name in the process. She shook her head, nature was bound to make mistakes once in a while. But it didn''t happen that often according to Arsema, still the possibility was there.


    . But why did he bring it up now? He raised his hand, and in it was a flower crown. She looked at it, were those Watazamaji nyota, stargazers? How did he know that those were her favorite flowers? She liked to wear them in her hair, when she was younger. "This one is for you." He lifted the crown and placed it on her head.


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    "Are you going to swing with that thing all day, or are you going back to work." The voice of Arsema echoed in the background.


    "Am I allowed to answer truthfully, or..." Zeudi started, while she looked over her shoulder. The witch doctor shook her head.


    "Fine, that man was right. You need to be able to defend yourself. Your brother is not going to wait until nature finishes you off. And thanks to the magical amulet, magic illnesses do not affect you." Arsema said, Zeudi''s hand went to the neckless. Arsema had made these amulets for everybody inside the village, including the group of rogues and her. Zeudi looked towards the direction of the capital, Arsema was right. Her brother wouldn''t wait for long, he wanted her throne and for that she needed to die. She raised the wooden sword and started to go once again through the passes. "You know that stick of yours will not do much, you need a real sword. So until you got one, you should help me with the herbs. That man of yours..."


    "He is not my man." Zeudi said quickly, but she could feel her face burning up.


    "You could have fooled me, but fine. That man has collected too much, so now I need to preserve a lot of them." Arsema said and she walked away. Zeudi looked at her.


    "Fine." She sighed, knowing that it was an excuse. Idris had indeed gathered a lot of herbs, but it was in no way, too many. They already used a lot of the Kiwanda cha peppermint during the birth of Hewan. But she had promised to help out were ever she could and she was not someone who breaks this kind of promises. So she lowered her wooden sword and followed the witch doctor.