All Is Fair in Hate
Rella sighed and placed her knitting into a basket at her feet. She stretched her arms, popped her back, and cracked her neck. She stood on long, well-balanced legs and edged over to you with a grace you would have only expected out of those who were still in their youth.
"Come child. I believe you have heard enough of my answers. We shall take you to the healers again and see if there isn't something they can do to refresh that memory of yours." She flashed you a brilliant smile and took your hand in her own. It was soft, smooth and warm like a new blanket heated by a fire.
The smile seemed to rip up the head ache and toss it into the flame of the small light that you had first seen when Rella spoke. You found yourself more than able to go anywhere you pleased.
"Come child. I believe you have heard enough of my answers. We shall take you to the healers again and see if there isn't something they can do to refresh that memory of yours." She flashed you a brilliant smile and took your hand in her own. It was soft, smooth and warm like a new blanket heated by a fire.
The smile seemed to rip up the head ache and toss it into the flame of the small light that you had first seen when Rella spoke. You found yourself more than able to go anywhere you pleased.