Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery; Davina, Any Healers!

[Davina]

She tightly bundles herself against Anni’s side, as a stranger welcomes them. Her heart flutters with curiosity her vibrant gaze fixed as she examines every skeletal feature the stranger holds, his bones are strong and well formed unlike her frail bird like stature. She steps forwards hesitant, yet welcomed by the black and white stag’s words, a smile forms on her violet lips. “Hello! I’m Davina.”  She expels with a sweetness before exerting a small coughing fit, depleting her lungs of air and leaving the small girl gasping for breath.

She gazes at him apologetically, sharing a glance at her adoptive mother who peers down at her with a rather worrisome expression. She smiles regaining her focus, “My mother and I have been infected, we need a healer... I think?” She stumbles for a moment, glancing at her mother for a brief moment of reassurance , “We need a healer.” She restates with a self assured tone,  that smile of hers forming on her lips again as she stepped closer to the stallion.

“Do you know of a healer here in the cove?” She asks obliviously, completely set on being independent and taking up responsibility for both herself and her mother, and not clinging onto her childish dependence.