We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Mm-hmm. You know."

Priscia tells the story in front of her grandmother when she crosses gestures and finds a golden potato.

When we dug the golden potatoes, we hurried to the village of the Ear Elders. And I visited the house to pay my respects to the Great Elder Yuri.

Grandma's house is made without walls. It's a wooden house, but instead of walls, the cloth is stretched between the columns and the columns, drooling.

Isn't it cold in the winter? I thought that in the cold weather it had been replaced by a thick warm looking cloth from a thin, cool cloth in summer.

Still, it's just dripping from the area between columns, so if the cold wind blows, it's cold with a gap wind, and warm air doesn't persist.

I wonder if I won't catch a cold or something. My shallow question was a solved problem for the ear elders who had lived that way for thousands of years.

When the caregiver woman led me to the back room, my grandmother greeted me with her feet in the digging torch and muddy.

A thick cloth that looks warm hangs on all sides of the room and the room itself is warm.

The cloth was dripping from the outside of the house many times, and the room was warmed by the Spirit of Fire.

I have spoken of the question of still not being able to serve the Spirit of Fire, or if it is a small house, it must not be cold, when I first visited it last winter. Then Grandma answered.

"Chill when it's cold. Visit a warm home when you can't stand it."

It's only natural that winter is cold. Ear elders who live with nature enjoy even the cold. But when they get sick or freeze, they all gather at the house of those who can serve the Spirit of Fire.

Once we get together, the banquet begins.

In the village of the Ear Long clan, where there is no entertainment facility, people gathered for whatever reason, and it was a culture for everyone to make noise.

"So. Priscia dug potatoes."

No, no, I pulled out the potato after all, it's Neemia. and laughing, listening to Priscia's little adventure story in a warm room.

Even while Priscia talked so hard, the elderly ear elders visited Grandma's house one after the other, and if they noticed, it was a gathering like the Senior Citizens' Association.

"Oh, Priscia. Good luck with that."

"Grand Elder, then you have to be delicious"

"Does Priscia like adventure like her sister? Ha-ha-ha."

Grandparents and grandmothers are here, so Priscia was feeling better and showing off all sorts of stories.

There, a young woman brought roasted golden potatoes full of cages.

"My mother. Priscia had a lot of adventures."

"You're not adventurous, you're just going around about being on your own. Ernea, I'm sorry."

"No, they're always helping me."

It was Priscia's mother who brought the potatoes. Beautiful guy with the same chestnut hair as me and Priscia. When you grow up, too, Priscia, will you be such a beauty?

The age you look, you only look like a twin princess. Even someone who looks so young, you think he's five hundred years old?

Apparently, ear elders with a life expectancy of nearly a thousand years begin to age gradually beyond the age of eight hundred. But until then, they all look youthful.

I mean, all the grandparents and grandmothers gathered in this room are super old over eight hundred.

"Come on, go ahead while it's hot. Elnea, thank you all for such a precious potato."

"I picked a lot thanks to you, Priscia. I always thank you for your help."

Let's keep Priscia up here.

It's the truth that you're getting a lot of help and healing.

First, let Grandma Yuri, the Great Elder, who is also the star of this occasion, take it in her hands.

Take the freshly baked potatoes that give you hot air and peel the golden skin. The skin is like gold leaf. And the contents had a honey color that seemed to contain plenty of sweet honey.

Ugh, breathe and cool just a little, haha cheeks.

"It's so sweet and delicious."

Grandma grinned gently and caressed Priscia gently as she jumped on her lap.

"Well, then, Nora and the others..."

"I'll have it"

Grandpa there. Who's drooling?

Grandma, the star of the sympathy, spoke of potatoes, and everyone picked up and ate potatoes in cages in their hands.

I also receive potatoes from Priscia's mother. [M]

Baked potatoes made using old-fashioned methods by baking dead leaves and the like in the garden, without the use of cauldrons.

The skin on the surface is hectic and hot. Peel the hot skin out of the hot air as you roll with your right hand left hand. There was also a mollusc of potato on the inside of the peeled skin.

Mouth inside skin, one mouth of potato.

My tongue and teeth are amazed by the heat. But then, my face loosens with dust at the gentle sweetness that spread all over my mouth.

Seeing, both Grandpa and Grandma had broken their faces and happily had golden potatoes on their cheeks.

Peel, unwrap the contents and give to Niemia.

"Be careful, it's hot"

Niemia, who was wearing a rash from the side, was getting her tongue out of the heat.

But it looks delicious and I eat it obsessively.

Priscia was also cheeky all over her mouth as she defiled the area around her mouth.

Isn't that Grandma's potato?

Grandma smiled and peeled the potatoes off, and, uh-huh, she was cold and giving them to Priscia.

"Priscia, weigh yourself a little!

Your mother was mad at me, but she doesn't look like she cared.

"There's really plenty of it, so don't hesitate, folks"

"Here, Elnea. Become a baker."

"Oh, I was"

Priscia's mother treats me and the women like a family. So when you get angry, you really don't hesitate for your mother to get angry.

"Shit. Are you late?"

As I surrounded my grandmother and ate the potatoes deliciously, there was a voice of someone who did not deserve this occasion.

"That. Why is Zan here?

Looking back, Zan stood carrying a large cage.

Mmm. What's in that cage...

Me trying to get up and see what's in the cage. But Zan avoids having his back taken by me. [M]

"Oh, if you think I haven't been here in years. Did Zan bring you some golden potatoes too?"

But my grandfather, other than me, peered into the contents of the cage.

"Ahhh. Well, Zan tried to run out!

"Oh my god. I heard Master Yuri was asleep..."

"I'm the one who taught you that. Besides, I was the one who told you about the golden potatoes."

"Ha, ha. Zan always knew where golden potatoes come from."

"When you used to come to see me, winter was what I used to eat this potato"

Zan blushes and shifts his gaze away from me to expose his grandparents.

"Look, I knew you were cheating. Zan knew where he was born."

"Ha. Zan's been nostalgic to the elders for a long time."

"Surely it was Yuri's influence to start dealing with the flames of dragon air"

"I fell in love with the Spirit of Fire,"

"It was, it was"

Waha, and a flower blooms in Zan's old story, causing a laugh.

"Yeah, you guys. I don't care about my past. If Elnea has crossed the line, I'll take this with me."

"Seriously. That's good. I guess I can drink now, too. Stay tonight."

"Let go. I'm busy."

Zan turns a bright red face and tries to escape. But Zan is also like a baby to his grandparents, who have lived for over 800 years.

Zan caught by an old man and bewitched.

I've never seen Zan like this before!

Good, do more!

It's a punishment for cheating on us and trying to do just that.

Zan stares at me. [M] But I'm not afraid.

"What did Zan look like when he was little?

Proceed and try to oil the fire.

"I've got more potatoes, and I might try a lot of cooking. Steamed potatoes. Deep-fried. I can do a lot of things."

Priscia's mother stripped the cage from Zan's back and took it to the kitchen.

"Yeah, hey, I wish Alicia had been crying when she came home a long time ago"

"Can Dragon Peak walk well now? I wish I'd been lost a few times to come here."

"That's right. Mistral was more like your sister."

"He's been a good kid ever since he was little."

"Ya, stop it. Stop me..."

There was no brave, well-dressed atmosphere at all like the one I normally show Zan getting mocked by his grandparents and grandmothers.

The noise at Grandma Yuri's house spread throughout the village, gathering not only the elderly but even the young.

Bring food and alcohol to your hands and get more busy with all sorts of stories.

The thick cloth that surrounded the room is rounded up near the ceiling and the space expands. But those who can serve the Spirit of Fire keep the room warm one after the other, and furthermore, they don't feel the cold with the enthusiasm of the gathered people.

As pleasant as the occasional cold wind blows through.

Oh, this is how the Ear Elders have a good winter. I can feel it watching.

In the heart of the building, which had become busy, Grandma smiled with pleasure.

Guys, I can't believe it's a banquet at my grandmother's house that was sick, weigh in a little bit......

"Elnea, thanks to you for coming to see me, it's been fun."

"No, on the contrary, it's been such a fuss..."

"Hehe. It's good. I'm fine now."

"Yes, they do. It's a pleasure to celebrate. Wahaha."

An already drunk grandfather tangles with a young ear elder youth nearby.

"I got some precious potatoes, and I didn't enjoy going home."

"You know what? Priscia is staying with her brother today."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Priscia has recently alternated between the village of Mistral and the village of the Ear Long clan. And apparently, he wants to stay in the village of me and the Ear Elders tonight.

But before you go out, you took care to come home properly...

"What is it, boy? Already laid on my wife's ass? I don't think so."

"Old man. Though you will be laid as you wish. Like Mr. Milinea's big ass."

"Ugh. That's why I'm warning young people full of hope for their future."

"Your warning won't help. My son will be laid on his ass too"

Wahaha, and laughs at the men. A plump woman in the kitchen who overheard it pulled the old man away.

I see. I'll learn...

"Let me tell Mistral through Sleighsta."

Grandma says so, closing her eyes.

I wonder if there is a connection between Grandma and Old Sleighsta with the art of heart.

When something happens in the Dragon Forest, Old Sleighsta may be telling Grandma Yuri by heart surgery.

"Zan, you're staying too, right?

"If you don't like it, I'll divulge your weakness to Ernea."

"Ah. I want to hear that. Tell me!

"Ernea, you."

Zan stares at me when I jump to talk.

But I'm not scared.

I mixed up with my grandparents and enjoyed Zan's little blush. [M]

"You know what? This is how Priscia and Ares hold hands..."

"Mei Cu Mei Cu"

"Nah. If we turn this place into a labyrinth, it's gonna be a big deal."

Priscia and her grandmother hugged her and continued her adventure Tan looking to have fun with the potatoes on her cheeks.

I'm dropping the pomegranate and potato on my grandmother's lap, but Grandma was listening to me with a smile, without worrying.

"Ernea, what are you doing at a banquet at the house of a disfigured elder!

"Herneau, weigh yourself down"

"I brought you some booze."

"I brought you some food."

"Dear Ernea, I'm the only one on your side...... ahhh. Master Luiseine, give me a break."

When the noise was raging, the women came.

I guess Old Sleighsta contacted me. I bring alcohol and food.

Aren't we all willing to make a scene here!

And the women weren't the only ones who came.

"No, I'm sorry to bother you"

"Oh, I've never been in a moss square before."

"No, most of them will"

"I guess I can't experience it for the rest of my life"

"Oh, excuse me."

Oh, my God, the inhabitants of the Mistral village have come in large numbers.

"Thank you, Yuri, for your invitation."

"Koa. Long time no see. Have fun."

Koa, the tribal chief, greets her grandmother.

"I have to thank Ernea. Thanks to you, the Dragons and the Ear Elders got closer together."

"Eh. Really? But like Zan and the Mistrals, there's always been a commute, right?

"Still, I owe it to you to build friendship beyond the walls of the race to be able to interact in this way throughout the village."

I don't really feel it at all, but I'd be happy if the circle was spreading through me.

Thus, the first interracial exchange, which suddenly began, became very lively.

Later.

Old Sleighsta pissed me off.

I'm tired of transporting large numbers of people. And I wondered why I couldn't participate.

I had no choice, so when I recommended the golden potato to Old Sleighsta, he forgave me lightly.

And I can't call Old Sleighsta to the village, so I asked him for a favor so he could offer me some place in the Dragon Forest.