Onyx

I leaned against a large oak tree and watched Ferrah as she stepped gingerly through the garden. The care she was taking while harvesting the plants reassured me that I made the right decision in bringing her here.

I knew that whatever herbs she might need for her healing potions, she would find them here. Mother used to muse that this garden of hers would get her accused of witchcraft if she kept it in the village. At the time, it seemed like she was just ...