Northstar Vale galdra

Every day, her heart hardened as Druid made her way in the world, entirely alone save for the serpent wound around her heel. She’d trained herself to avoid thinking of her mother, sister or Rivenwood at all, focusing instead on surviving on her own. It proved an effective distraction, particularly as her hunger rapidly eclipsed her ability to catch enough sustenance.

Rawboned and weary, she found herself in a misty valley one overcast afternoon, seeking fresh water to fish. The stone walls on either side were somehow comforting as she finally stumbled across a stream winding through the center of the vale. Sighing, Druid settled on its shore and caught a glimpse of her own gaunt face in the still waters.