My great great aunt, after whom I am named, went out into the moonlight to a quiet glen in the woods. There she and her sisters consecrated special plants to make elixirs and perfected spells with which to heal their friends. No problem was too big or too small. Heartbreak,...
My great great aunt, after whom I am named, went out into the moonlight to a quiet glen in the woods. There she and her sisters consecrated special plants to make elixirs and perfected spells with which to heal their friends. No problem was too big or too small. Heartbreak, poverty, grief...even madness. Their skills and many objects were handed down to me. I have replicated the glen as well as I can. And it is Aunt Beyla who speaks softly too me, like a whisper in the wind, and guides me as I follow in her footsteps.
