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grow in thickets tall all round me
The healer rarely had a day where she did not find something to do, be it hunting or gathering herbs for the growing stack at her home, or even checking the crops for any progress. Today was no exception, so she found herself stalking the stalls to check on the animals, especially the farm birds, Chika's home.
But soon enough, she had to accept that there was nothing else to do there, and so she headed straight towards her hut, where a few plants that needed to be classified waited for her on the table. So off she went, with the omnipresent Spirit Guide trailing behind her. Her train of thought drifted between trivial topics, like the weather and the crops, to the comrades whom had left the tribe in search of a safer place. It didn't hit her yet why they had done that. Wasn't the tribe safe enough now? Hadn't Claudius done a good job leading them?...
As if she had been hitten by a wave of frozen water, she halted, and for a moment only blinked. Lately the craftsman had managed to slide into her thoughts more frequently, and she was starting to feel a bit unnerved by those sudden intrusions. She had only talked to him well once, and that encounter had been accidental (she almost smirked at the memory of his puzzled face when she appeared). It had been funny, and she had truly enjoyed his company.
The woman didn't have to walk much before realizing that the very man he had been thinking about was now standong at her home's door, uncertainty written in all of his features, as if he feared interrupting her or something. She moved closer to him unaware of her silent approach, so, when she answered to his calling with an innocent "Yes?", she wasn't expecting that reaction.
Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Mihewi says"