River chopped away. He, along with a few of the other men, where felling trees. As a matter of fact, most of the men let Bria be without much concern. Only the boys seemed to be paying her any mind. Those that saw what Bria was doing watched with open mouths and slow steps. Most in the village had never seen magic before, only heard of it in stories, and the children had<span style="font-style: italic">never</span>seen it at all. Matt looked pale as the scarf changed. A boy who had been following behind him nearly ran him over, but stared in wonder as his attention was drawn to Bria. "She's a witch. Cursed by the Dark One." The boy's whisper was loud. Matt nearly shook his head. "Witches aren't so pretty." The two began their steps again, arguing back and forth.<br/><br/>Some time had passed before River decided to break for lunch. He went to Bria, wiping the sweat from his brow, totally ignoring what glistened on his neck and soaked his shirt. He held an apple in either hand and offered Bria one before leaning against the side of the cart and taking a bite. The men found stumps, or logs to sit on, while most of the boys sat on the ground, but every one of them are their food with fervor. "We should be done in a few hours. It'll take a little while to get back."<br/><br/>A few of the boys who had finished eating, slipped bags of oats over the tethered horses mouths. "I do have a cellar, by the way." He had crossed his arms while biting at his apple. "Although, I don't expect you to live down there. I have more than one bedroom, you know." He had three, aside from his own. He had planned to have a large family. To need to build on to his home before..."Let's hit the logs, men." River spoke up and tossed his apple core aside.