Fairspell Meadow Divine and Witchy

Talk about infections and medicines made Ceridwen think briefly of her father. It was both a pang of guilt and a moment of missing him very, very much. In fact, she felt gworse for having been dishonest with him than with Maia. Mom had been an adventurer herself - she would understand, but dad sincerely had been worried about her safety. Always had been. While at times it had annoyed his freedom-loving daughter, to whom rules were set to be broken, she had also always known that he cared for his children very much. This meant a lot. 

"So - what do you do with them - inhale or something?" she asked, once again pushing her conscience in a cupboard and locking the door for the time being. "I once choked on grass - was not fun."