Golden Glade Mitsik

congrats on 300! <3

issorartuyok expressed a feeling painfully familiar to antha; wariness of his own happiness, as if that too might prove treacherous. she pressed her nose briefly to his shoulder, remembering all too well what it was like to feel hopeless, and suspicious of anything that looked like hope. but the future promised easy sunlit days. the witch could see no other end to this. she prayed silently for a vision to confirm her feelings, but none came. at least, not yet.
thank you, she said to his words, flattered but finding an unexpectedly bittersweet quality to hearing the compliment. the scouting trip had sapped more of her strength than it might have in her younger days. this was meant to be her prime, but she felt so tired. time passed so quickly for witches. too quickly, for those who sacrificed as much as antha had.
her pulse quickened, and again she thought of spring.
i've spent most of my life traveling. i left home at a young age, she smiled slightly, reminiscing. that was my first journey into these lands. when i returned home, it was with a cure for my ailing sister.