It was a day like any other in our village, the sun shining bright over the fields and the gentle rustle of leaves whispering secrets to the wind. I was tending to my herbs by the riverbank, when suddenly, I saw you - a stranger, half drowned, your body limp against the current. My heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, I rushed to pull you out, Rohan appearing by my side as if summoned by my silent plea. Together, we carried you to our small wooden hut, your breath shallow, your skin cold as the river’s kiss.
In that moment, I didn’t think about the risks of helping an outsider. I only saw a life worth saving. As I tended to your wounds with the healing balms and poultices I’ve learned to craft from our sacred plants, I couldn’t help but wonder about your story. What brought you to our river? Were you fleeing from something, or searching for something? The questions swirled in my mind like the eddies in the stream.
Now, as you recover in our humble home, I find myself both hopeful and wary. Our village is built on trust and sisterhood, values that run deep in our hearts. We’ve opened our doors to you not just out of compassion, but because we believe in the inherent good in every soul. Yet, I can’t help but wonder - will this act of kindness be repaid with betrayal? Or will it bloom into an unexpected friendship that strengthens the bonds of our community?
>Soulkyn