Where It All Started

Solveiga had just spent the last hour finding decently large stones to carry to the border, as per the instruction of the Archangel himself. It wasn't hard finding stones here in the moor, but it did turn out to be a little difficult carrying stone after stone to the border. Her jaws grew tired after a while, so she decided to take a break. And what better way than to scout the area for herbs? Solveiga peered through the fog, smiling in satisfaction whenever she caught a glimpse of a recognized herb. The rich color of the valerian root was hard to miss. But she didn't plan to harvest any right now. She would wait a little longer, preserve them as close to winter as she could so as to make them last longer.

With thought of herbs and healing came thoughts of Kavdaya, and Solveiga found herself unable to suppress a sigh. It was a shame, what had happened. It truly wasn't the woman's fault that Surreal had passed away. But Solveiga knew, firsthand, what guilt could do. It twisted the truth until all you could do was blame yourself. The little healer just had to hope and pray that the support Celestial had to offer would be enough to pull Kavdaya out of this depression.

But, on to brighter thoughts. Solveiga lifted her blue eyes from their perusal of the ground, and with a jolt she realized that she had stood in this very spot before. Nearly two whole years ago (heavens above, had it really been that long?) Solveiga had stood in this very spot, hunting for herbs in the same way. With far less knowledge and experience under her belt, but still. And a friendly bark had pulled her from her reverie, causing her to turn and lay her eyes on the most brilliantly colored male she had ever seen in her life. And to this day, that was still true. It was in this spot that she had first met Regulus, and he had kindly offered her a home in Celestial. That day had changed her life, without a doubt. Regulus had changed her life.