Flindra sniffed the porridge pot when she placed the kettle on the andiron. "That smells yummy."
"It should be good," Kewero noted with satisfaction, "but our dinner has the potential for being tastier yet."
Flindra turned to Kewero with a question in her eyes. "What are you planning?"
Kewero smiled secretively. "I have a special task for you today. I think you'll like it."
She looked puzzled. "What do you have in mind?"
"During the months you've been here, I've noticed you've become a little grim. You're to be commended for your disciplined approach, but I don't want you to lose your innate joy and exuberance."
Flindra looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry." She frowned as she shifted her gaze to the fire.
"Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by my responsibilities. I suppose I have gotten a bit somber about things."
"Which is very understandable, Flindra, and you have nothing to be sorry about, my dear. I've been pushing you hard, perhaps too much so."
"I don't think so. In fact, I think I should be working harder. There's so much to learn." She turned a troubled face to her mentor.
Kewero smiled kindly as she stirred the porridge. "The Spirit gave us a heart with which to feel joy. He has given you great responsibilities but He will bless you as well. Always keep your eye on the best in life and don't be overwhelmed by the worst."
"Momma always told me to count my blessings and give thanks to our Beloved Spirit for them," Flindra said as she smiled in joyful remembrance.
Kewero nodded her head. "Sound advice," she agreed. "So I think it would be best if you start the day with some joyful activities. I also think some fun will help with your studies as well."
"How so?"
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