This could only mean one thing she thought. Someone from the villages of Man was making the trek into her peoples lands. It was not unheard of for a ‘man’ to travel into the Valley of the Elves, where her people called home, but it didn’t happen very often. Most of the time it was curiosity that would bring visitors, but once in awhile someone would seek out the healing skills the elves were so renowned for. This morning it seemed it was for the latter.
It’s well known that the Elves were blessed with excellent health and long life. It was not uncommon for an Elf to live for several hundred years, barring a severe injury. Many of the elders in the valley had seen several generations pass and in all likelihood would witness several more. This was thought to be the main reason for their wisdom and skill in all areas. Given enough time, anyone can hone their skills to excellence and the elves had more time than most.
Caleighela was known far and wide for her exceptional abilities in healing the sick and injured. Her home was one of the first encountered upon entering the valley, and it was the destination of the early morning visitor.
The stranger appeared to be in good health, Caleighela thought as he stepped upon her large inviting porch, and she wondered what had brought him to her door so early. He shifted nervously from foot to foot awaiting her leave to speak.
“You are welcome stranger.” She said. “How might I be of service?”
“I’ve come for medicine for my child.” He answered, all the while looking at the floor.