A family begs Wraithvine to babysit two very hyper kids so they can go and gather in the crops. Normally the mother would watch the children, but she is feeling very ill. Needless to say, at naptime, Wraithvine has no problem getting the kids to sleep. -- The New Guy
[AN: My RNG gender picker wound up with "he/hims" all the way down, so it's Papa and Dad running the farm in this story]
The triplets were far too young to be allowed to handle farm equipment. They were also old enough to be more than a handful for their parents. One of whom was down with digestive issues owing to a very bad wheel of cheese.
Fortunately, a passing Elf was happy to help.
Ze first summoned a phantom servant to help the Dad in the fields whilst ze took direction from Papa, stuck in the privy with a bucket as his best friend.
In short order, the Elf had the porridge cooking itself, the bed making itself, and the triplets helping gather berries. They followed directions to gather herbs, which was something of a minor miracle, too.
Then there were the games. Using a series of logs and stones, the three children and Elf sitter were hopping from one to the other as the sun began to set.
There was a tea made from the herbs, a pie made from the berries, and three very tired toddlers snuggling into the family bed. Each one now had a charm made of Elf hair and spare buttons.
Papa finally recovered to take in some food and water, though he kept it simple and light. "Bless you stranger. I know those three are a trouble to keep up with. May we know your name so we can pray for your welfare in your travels?"
"You might want to sit comfortably," warned Wraithvine before ze introduced hirself.
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