Loss of vision, control and overall loss of cognitive thought as Samantha fell through the trees breaking tree branches causing an overall ruckus, she wasn’t even conscious when she landed, her broom being made of magic was still intact but having hit the ground just as hard it wasn’t about to go anywhere anytime soon. Under normal circumstances, if this forest had actual life in it other than snakes she’d have been eaten if these were normal snakes she’d have at least been bitten and killed on the spot, however, as fortune would have it this wasn’t a regular forest nor were these normal snakes. Another disturbance in the forest, today was turning out to be the worst and the fact it was winter made it all the worse, pinching the bridge between her eyes the ancient creature made her way to the crash site and sighed shaking her head.
“Well, she didn’t come here by choice nor are there hunters after her, well kid you’re already doing better than those two brats who came here earlier,” she commented grabbing the poor child by her shirt, flinging her over her shoulder, making sure not to forget to get her broom
“A witch riding a broom, how classical” she mused fading away into the lush forest foliage.
It took some time before Samantha regained consciousness looking down at the wound she received in the tavern, her entire upper thigh was covered in some type of green goo, it was soothing somehow and it seemed to react to the extreme heat of the area around her, speaking of which where was she. Obviously, she as laying in someone’s bed in an unknown home, the last thing she remembered was crashing into a tree the rest was all black. Slowly the young witch got to her feet finding it hard to stand being that she got cut up in her landing and her wound wasn’t healed completely, but that didn’t stop her from walking around the home itself picking up and inspecting different objects. If she weren’t so injured, she’d attempt to stuff these things in her pockets as quick as possible, but she’d have to come back for that.
“Finally, up are you?” a voice asked as Hissy walked into the room exerting a heavy pressure
“Did you save me?” Samantha asked
“Well, I did pick up your half dead ass after you smacked face first into my home” Hissy explained walking over to her cabinet, pulling out a couple of needles and glasses with plastic coverings
“You had an interesting poison swimming around that body of yours, it took me longer than average to create a cure and even now its taking a while to fix you up” Hissy continued to speak filling up the syringe with the fluid patting the chair next to her for Samantha to sit down in.
“Um, yea a hunter decided to use me a target practice,” Samantha confirmed sitting in the chair wincing when she was injected with more of the cure
“Well, you’re alive, so consider yourself lucky I found you,” she hissed, taking the syringe from her shoulder dropping it in a bucket of liquid to purify it.
“Are you a witch?” Samantha asked, causing Hyestia to chuckle
“Something like that,” she replied taking a long sigh
“As I've said I don’t get out much so that poison was something completely new to me so it’ll take time for you to be up and ready to do your regular activities” Hyestia continued to explain.
“Wait, so you’re telling me that you synthesized a cure from a poison that you’ve only just discovered existed today?!” Sam shouted with astonishment
“I’m very old and very smart girl, you don’t get to be my age without learning quick,” Hissy said turning around to face her patient who was crouched down on the floor in a bow
“Teach me”