You've Got To Hurt Before You Heal [Noemí]

Spring rounded the corner soon after the winter tournament was over. Ashiel was sore. After his battles he'd been tended to by the healers and he knew it would take time for his injuries to heal up. That was fine though, it gave him time to consider yet another strange dream. More and more he was becoming convinced that he needed to head back to the homeland, back to where his great uncle was. Mæva was finally over her sickness and gaining strength fast. As soon as they were both ready it would be time to head home and see what awaited them there. Ashiel frowned as his thoughts turned darker. Not even then noon sun on his back could warm him. He didn't want to risk bringing Mæva into a dangerous situation but the voice in his vision insisted that she accompany him.

"There they are Ashiel!"

Ashiel looked up at Griff who directed him to the Hot Springs. Ahhh… just want he needed to ease his aching muscles. He'd likely have to get herbs reapplied to his wounds but it had been a week and most of them seemed pretty well closed. Carefully, Ashiel eased himself into the water as Griff perched in a nearby tree.

"Talk"