You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
Constance smiles faintly, moving her hair out of her eyes as she slowly positions herself on the cushion. She looks around at the room, taking in the sights, before fixing her inquisitive gaze on the Old Woman. "Are you her?..."
Her question is met with a short silence, barely the length of a breath, before she jumps in, "I've came to learn, Miss. I heard you were one of the best healers in the world, and I've spent everything I have to get here." Constance sits up, forcing a bright smile, her hands clenched tightly on her lap in an attempt to stop them from shaking.
"My mother always spoke highly of you. She said that you taught her nearly everything she knew, well mostly everything." She fidgets with her skirt, her hands growing into a violent tremble. "I'm sorry for just bursting in, I should have written, but I need your help miss..."
Constance holds up her right hand, like a small earthquake the trembling spreads into her pale wrists, moving up to the elbow. "I need to learn how to stop this - this - shaking. It started when my mother died, and I don't know how to stop it." She slowly lowers her hand, forcing it tightly onto her lap with her left.
Constance takes a deep breath, studying the Old Womans expression, trying to gauge what she is thinking. "Please - I'm a fast learner, and I am a night owl anyway so I can stay up late and read books. I could wash your floors? I know my way around a mop, and I could get rid of that awful smell for you. I just..." Constance smiles brightly, her eyes almost pleading with the Old Woman. "I want to learn how to fix this... I want to be like my mother, I want to be a healer."
Constance clenches her hands tightly, "Please- I'm begging you, Miss. Just give me a chance, and please help me."
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