Trees whispering as waves of salty breezes rustle through their golden canopies across Eversong Woods...So many voices, somewhat irregular, yet singing in harmony. Relaxing. Soothing. Tranquil. Many hours lost breathing deeply in meditation.
“Ari’ella...” The trees are not the only ones whispering.
“Mum...?” My heart leaps to hope.
“You may not always have a healing potion on hand so remember your ABC’s.” Words of wisdom instructed to me, her apprentice.