Hushed Willows the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams

a man arrived, bearing a mantle of stormcloud grey and long-faded scars. she dipped her muzzle carefully, moving to speak a moment later. "my name is Thelxiope, healer, seer. I wish to join you." she does not introduce herself as witch, not anymore - she finds the term to turn to poison in the mouths of some, and so decides to let it fade from her vocabulary but not her mind. she glances once more to his face - it is open, glad, and perhaps proud. she has known him for only a moment, but she does not think he harbors any ill intent within.