Cynefin

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I've always loved the sounds of the forest, the secret songs the birds sing the creaking of an insect that you can never pinpoint and the far away noise of the water flowing from the creak near my cottage. My mother always said the forest felt more magical when it rains, she loved the rain, i suppose i got that trait from her.
My grandmother was once a healer in the village from where we had been banished, she made the mistake of falling in love with the village chiefs son and had told him our biggest secret thinking he would accept her as she was; a witch, but once my grandfather found out he was furious and scared and banished her to the nearby forest from where they had once collected medicinal herbs together, i suppose he still had some feelings for her as he did not curse her to be burnt at the stake.
Grandmother had been a strong headed woman and had built a cottage using the materials she had (and a bit of magic) and soon found out she bore her dear lovers child...my mother. She tried to tell grandpa but he wanted no part in raising a bastard born child a witch no less so my grandmother had raised my mother on her own.
My mother followed the same fate whilst buying some seeds for our small farm she fell in love with a baker and had me but history repeats itself and once he found out what she was he wanted nothing to do with her but showed her mercy by letting her escape.
I enjoyed my life as it was, my cozy yet small cottage, out little farm with vegetables, and learning different potions to help with various diseases which i sold to the nearest villages and used the money to buy basic needs and romance novels. I had always been a hopeless romantic but the thought of love scared me due to the stories of my mother and grandmother so i had promised myself to steer clear of love, reading about it was fine but i could never trust real men they could leave u instant.
It was raining quite hard the day i heard the knock at the door. It scared me half to death as i never had any visitors, i shakily opened the door wand ready to attack if needed but found a tiny child shivering drenched in the rain behind her was a unconscious man who appeared to have a stab wound, the child begged in a pleading voice "please help my father, he's hurt very badly" this child, by some miracle, had managed to drag a man thrice her size all the way here. She
had the most adorable voice and looked so miserable that I couldn't help but take her and the man in.
I stripped her of her wet clothes wrapped her in a towel and set her near the cackling fire next i quickly took of the man's shirt and got to work stitching the wound. Once done I dried him up using my wand and found the child a shirt from when i was little, she couldn't be more than 5 and seemed to have quite a appetite as she inhaled the food given to her, i put her to bed and finally had time to take in the situation, i had just let in two complete strangers into my cottage what if the man was dangerous, well whats done is done I thought to myself ill think about it after some sleep.
A.N:- this is my first time writing so pls don't mind the mistakes, i rlly wanted to read something with a cozy cottage core aesthetic but could find any so i decided to write one myself. I hope u like it 🙃