In the comfy warmth of her shop, Olwyn's thoughts were on another stelciar. With a soft smile on her face, she recounted the day that she had met the other...
Olwyn let out a soft sigh, tapping her paws impatiently against the floor of her shop. The herbs that she needed for a certain potion blend had gone bad. She had checked her own personal garden but found that there was nothing ready for harvest quite yet. Luckily, it'd be possible to find them in the wild--it'd just be hard. Olwy...