The next day came faster than Isabella expected.
One moment she was closing her eyes, thinking about all the hard work she had done, and the next, the sun was already up, glaring down at her like it had a personal vendetta.
With a long groan, she forced herself out of her small hut, stretching her sore limbs. Ophelia was already awake, looking bright-eyed and ready to go.
Isabella had no idea how she had so much energy first thing in the morning. It was almost suspicious.
"I'm ready!" Ophelia chirped, her chubby cheeks bouncing as she hopped in place.
"Good for you," Isabella mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
After washing up quickly, Isabella changed into the first ragged hide she had received when she arrived in this world. It was scratchy and ugly, but considering she was about to get covered in mud, she wasn't about to ruin her nicer outfit. She had priorities.
Now, standing near the pit where their clay had been sitting overnight, she realized something.
