The morning sun felt warm on my skin as I walked through the healing garden. It was spring, and the light had that soft, golden quality that made everything look peaceful and new. The kind of light that makes you feel like anything is possible.
Aria sat on the grass, her legs crossed beneath her. She was ten years old now, and I could hardly believe how much she had grown. She was tall for her age, with long dark braids that hung down her back. Her eyes were green like her father's, but when she felt something deeply, they flickered with silver flecks that reminded me of my own power.
She looked up at me with those serious eyes, and I could tell she had something important on her mind.
"Mama?" she said.
I smiled and sat down beside her on the soft grass. "Yes, little one?"
"I want to learn healing," she said. Her voice was firm, determined. "Real healing. Not just the touch thing I do when someone gets hurt. I want to learn how to do it properly."
