Lake Rodney Narrow Minded

She came from mysterious lands, the North, where shrines were scattered around. Some were private property but many were for the weary traveler needing a quick healing ritual. Usually they were found in caves or hollow trees, sacred places where one could pray or ask for guidance. She was unaware that in these lands they did not worship what she did, that they did not think like she did.

But at least they knew what she was looking for in the first place. The white woman sulked, sinking in on herself. It's quite alright. I guess this wound must heal without the help of Aesculapius. She said, flashing the curving wound on her face where some of her makeshift medicine still decorated the crimson. She smiled then, letting an eerie quietness wash over the water and the two white women.