7 years later – aged 19
“Wow, this is gorgeous. How have I never seen you wear this?” Toya tugs out the long, darkest green, almost black velvet cloak from my box on the bed and spreads it over her lap to admire the intricate, delicate embroidery around the oversized hood and the long trim. It’s one of my prized possessions.
“I think walking around with a full-on witch’s cloak might be a bit much. I'm already the weird freak, wolfless witch in this camp. Besides, Leyanne gave it to me, and I don’t want to ruin it. It’s too pretty to drag through mud and snag on branches.” I point out, as I move around, the items on the bookcase to make this new room feel like home.
It's a small and airy little bedroom with everything I need while I study to become a healer in the infirmary. Knowing herb
