She arrived in the hollow late evening, hoping she might catch a good, long night of sleep before she returned to Rivenwood. Fiona drank deeply from the tincture she had been brewing since the day she met Druid. The grassy taste confirmed to her that it was still working, while that at Rivenwood was not yet strong enough. When the witch had come to this place, away from Greenroot, she had hoped to use her training to help others. What she had not expected was for every wolf she met to be so overwhelmingly dysfunctional. Then again, the only wolf she had met who seemed to be somewhat normal had immediately bored her as soon as he opened his mouth, so maybe she was drawn to them more than she realized.
Fiona kept track of the days since she'd first come to Rivenwood. Right now, she was sitting at ten. Another twenty before she could truly trust her secondary tincture to keep mother nature away from her this year. With her patient now in mental, emotional, and physical distress, there was no room for error on her part. Not only did she not want children, she could not risk the lives of others by getting knocked up.
The witch found one of her favorite bedtime spots, curled up, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep as soon as her eyes shuttered.
Fiona kept track of the days since she'd first come to Rivenwood. Right now, she was sitting at ten. Another twenty before she could truly trust her secondary tincture to keep mother nature away from her this year. With her patient now in mental, emotional, and physical distress, there was no room for error on her part. Not only did she not want children, she could not risk the lives of others by getting knocked up.
The witch found one of her favorite bedtime spots, curled up, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep as soon as her eyes shuttered.
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