Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Kalisel landed. Two weeks since she had first experienced the miseries of hunger, exhaustion, and pain. And mortals could live like this for eighty years or more? Perhaps they were braver than the former angel first thought.

She'd been spending most of her time at The Witch's Paradise, giving her sorrows a bath of mead and wine. The jobs had been few and far between, and she was still getting her feet under her as a human. She wouldn't have been surprised if a few of the town's old women were starting to gossip about her by now.

"Abby, a cup of your best red and a plate of ham, if you please."



Jenny was busily trying to rebuild one of the walls in the East Wing of the castle. Earth magic was never her strong suit, but with much grunting, straining, and waving her hands, she'd piled the heavy stones to chest height. The young witch sank to her knees, her magic and patience utterly spent. Drawing her black cloak around her, she muttered, "Someone should think about summoning some minions to take the load off our backs. Maybe go down into town and enthrall some of the locals, too."