From the heart

Tamsyn stepped out of the infirmary with Gwynevere after getting her usual herbs and treatments from her daughter, giving her a kiss on the cheek before they parted ways and she began to make her way toward the castle’s central foyer. This spring would mark ten years on this plane and she was grateful that the worst of her problems were some sore joints and aches. Gwyn at least kept her comfortable and always insisted on giving her examinations even though she felt fine. She couldn’t blame her. After all, if she had the kind of mind and knowledge that her daughter had she was sure she would be checking up on all of her numerous family constantly to make sure they were healthy.

She was passing though on her way to the castle’s kitchen when she was suddenly intercepted by one of her grandchildren, blinking with surprise as Elowen bumped into her and she turned to find her blue and gold gaze looking back at her. Tam chuckled softly as the girl apologized and she gave a little shake of her head as she replied, “It’s fine, dear, no harm done.” Leaning closer, she gave her granddaughter a playful nuzzle on the top of her head before she leaned back again with a warm smile. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

Tamsyn Carpathius of the Valley