@yrgwynbleidd
The forest had always been her home, always had given her what she needed, her herbs and companions in the form of animals, wanderers and odd creatures. Visenna`s life was not that of an ambitious sorceress, she did not wish to get mixed up in politics or work as a midwife for wealthy noblewomen, neither did she wish to join the temple of Melitele or other priestesses. Not many shared her opinion, other mages and wizards did long forgotten the old ways and were now moving into towns where not only fame but money could be made and in most places magic was feared but also welcomed. It was not rare that she would find a hurt animal to safe or a human or any other creature so when she heard the branches creaking and she was a man falling on the ground she hurried to help, her basket already filled with freshly picked herbs. She studied the man, not without curiosity and it did not take much to take who he was. It was him, the boy that she once had to give up. But his hair was silver, her hand was shaking. She wanted to touch him, to caress him. And his face once so small and chubby was now twisted with pain. ‘Here, here, ease a little’ she told him as she was trying to push some herbs through his throat softened by the water found in her bag. She waited for him to get better until she would be able to carry him. She wanted to, she wanted to take him home at once but she knew she would not be able until he would get better. It took two strong woodcutters and a calming spell to carry him into the cottage so when he woke up she could see his eyes. HORROR. What has happened to them? But she did not ask, she did not say. ‘Lay, I`ll bring you water.’ She was sure he did not know. How could he or did he?