The Witch's Cabin

Evren's eyes fell upon the clump of moss resting on the shelf, reminding them of Sleepypaw's previous words. She knew Milo... Erm, Mossfreckle. Evren still couldn't believe it - he had always heard fantastical stories surrounding the kingdom's main healers; they wondered, what must it be like?

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Evren couldn't imagine the work to be easy. Always at others' beg and call for help, needing to keep track of all those healing remedies, those being healed and those having been healed... Needing to work quickly and efficiently under pressure.

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What brought a healer out into the woods of these lands anyway, now that they thought back to Sleepypaw?

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Speaking of, her description of Mossfreckle was rather... Lacking. He expected more from someone who knew him personally, did she not like him? ...No, they didn't get that impression. She seemed to struggle in describing him, most of all - even when it came to her mama. How strange.