Work. Work. Work. Nephele was never afflicted with an abundance of time. Every minute counted and her patients needed her. When she wasn't attending to them she was learning at the college, or being a mother and wife. Her life was blessed and full of purpose. Now she saved lives, people depended on her. Things she'd never thought possible for a blind woman. The self sabotaging voice that told she'd never be good enough had been exorcised from her mind. She hadn't heard a whisper from it in over a year and if it did creep back in it would find her much less receptive to its toxicity. |
Nephele stretched out her fore paws, spreading out her toes in a luxurious stretch. Oh it felt so good to be outside in the sunshine amongst the flowers. Her face was the image of serenity, completely unperturbed by the visitor’s presence in her garden. The worry of the other woman was met with an understanding nod. Nephele was not the type of person to shake a broom and yell at others to scram from her property. She preferred open doors and welcome signs. Company was always a pleasure for the little nurse especially when it was unexpected. Not at all. Haven’s doors are always open for visitors, she assured her with a gentle smile. And the garden too. I’m sure Kylar won’t mind you admiring our flowers, she giggled, guessing that she was close to the garden by the direction of her voice. |
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