47. The Whisper in the Meadow
Raven
The evening sun peeked through the thick forest canopy, its rays soft and golden like silk threads. I stood just outside the healer’s cabin, wiping my hands on a cloth still damp with lavender water. The scent clung to my skin. I liked it. It masked the unease that always curled in my chest like smoke.
I hadn’t seen Norman much since the night I confessed my dreams of learning healing. Since then, he had kept his distance… or so I thought. Sometimes I felt eyes on me, just out of sight. They never made me afraid. Somehow, they made me feel... safe.
Lifting my eyes I saw him walk right up to the cabin.
My breath caught the moment I saw him. His dark hair was a little damp, the edges curling slightly from the evening dew or maybe a recent run. His ey
