The Sunspire Topsy-Turvy

Avannon merely nodded and slowly lowered herself to the ground as she watched him run off. She breathed in the mountain air closing her eyes for a moment. She scolded herself for not cleaning the wound enough. She briefly remembered her mother. Her mother had known herbs and plants like she knew her own borders. A smile hinted on her face as she remembered her mother's eyes, the eyes that had became her own. Avannon hummed a sweet tune to herself, wondering if Judas would return at all. She was a stranger to him after all.