She had been in hiding. The betrayal of what she had considered to be a close friend had reminded her of why she never settled. Why she never got to know anyone outside of her Vista. They had been her new Vista, the gadjo, and she understood, more than ever, why they were not to be trusted.
After she discovered how misplaced her trust was, she found a a way to leave the wretched realm in which she had been trapped for far too long and found somewhere else to call home. Somewhere less dramatic and her Goddess was able to offer her safer haven.

But some time ago she had sensed a familiar presence in the world, and since then, the visions were coming more frequently. Yet again she sensed an end of all things if the world remained on it's current path and though she had felt the sting of betrayal, there were those she still cared about. Those she wished to protect.

She approached as a hooded woman, hunched over and walking with a cane. A woman worn down by her years and experiences till it left her skin dull and withered. But as she pulled back the hood and removed the mask, those dearest to her saw the illusion melting away. She had been there all along, watching them. Right in front of them since their arrival in this new world.




____________________________________________________________________________________________ On a side note, painting hair is usually the bane of my existance.  This was the first time I ever completed one I was trying to paint the hair for though I ended up editing it so much it is difficult to really tell. However, I was fairly proud of myself!



My Romani hedge witch (Wiccan in practice though that name was not in existance at the time she lived) again in a possible continuation of her story since she left the last place she called home.