when will my life begin

”Siren.” She offered bluntly ”You are called…?” Siren asked as she contemplated the real questions. What did she already know? Not much, especially when it came to the more mystical herbage. Siren didn’t have a real teacher, just what she picked up from passing from her mother. Deathbelle hadn’t given her any real formal lessons, but Siren wasn’t dumb. She learned from observation. ”I know very basic healing,” she explained softly, her voice naturally quiet. ”Some common herbs, but…” Her dual toned eyes returned to the project at the dark woman’s paws. ”I don’t know… brew.” Siren’s own pale brows furrowed slightly as she cursed her mother for not training her. Siren knew she had worth, but she had been swiped to the wayside.