Short story prompt: Writing a character with a disability.
It’s been many hundreds of years by now, a long life for having to deal with such pain. A solitary witch sits in her hut, smoking a long pipe with herbs that help her pain. She hears the cauldron start to bubble and slowly stands with her knotted wooden walking stick. Her familiar a sleek black iridescent cat meows inquisitively. Hooyara smiles and gives the cat some chin scratches and says “it’s okay”, before going and sitting in front of the fire and cauldron in her small, cozy secluded cabin.
She scoops up a ladle full of the hot water into her mug so she can brew some tea, a bird flutters in and snatches up some tea before the witch can grab it herself. The cat meows again as if to thank the bird, Hooyara nods and stays seated wiling to rest since her friends are so insistent. Sipping her tea she lets it’s warmth as well as her herbs sooth her tired, pained body. Deciding to read a book she snaps and one slides slowly out of it’s place in the library and hovers over to her. She reads for days it seems even though it’s only been a few hours.
Her familiar Windora, butts their head against Hooyara’s legs and she nods stowing her book and decides to go to bed. Gathering up her cane she slowly makes the way to her bed and lets sleep take her for a while. The nightmares happen often, though not as often as they used too. They happened tonight but with Windora always watching and helping with their soothing thoughts Hooyara is able to calm and sleep peacefully the rest of the night.
When morning comes so has one of her watchers. Hooyara sits up a bit in bed and starts smoking her morning medicine. This watcher tells her a tale of wrong doing and about a child and their mother being hurt. Hooyara, having been hurt herself many centuries ago, has dedicated her life to helping those in need, and especially those who can’t help themselves. Her small cabin sits in the deep woods, not near any thoroughfares, but almost in the center of the neighboring villages and towns.
She thanks this watcher and sets out some food for the bird and continues to sit in bed medicating, and getting ready for the day. There is work to be done. Hooyara spends much of the day pulling down books gathering ingredients, a few watchers help her gather things she doesn’t have already. She always harvests carefully, and tries to grow her own plants and fungi around the cabin as best she can. Finally the cauldron bubbling a beautiful green she lets it cool and then bottles the potion up. One for today, and some for later. It’s always good to have a stock just in case she thinks out loud.
Windora her faithful familiar knows what comes next. The watcher relays directions to Windora and she meows and reaches out touching Hooyaras mind with calming thoughts. She gives the vial to Windora and scratches all down her back and smiles. Be safe out there friend. Windora treks to the village in question, sneaks into the house in question making sure the mother and child are safe, they also brought a vial of healing salve to the house and leaves it on the table with a note, written earlier by Hooyara. A simple healing salve to help them with bruises, pain and cuts.
Windora jumps, climbs, and roams the town until finally finding the man in question. A quick toss of the vial breaking near him some green smoke starts surrounding him and then when the air clears, there is a tiny green bullfrog. Making quite the ruckus and hopping about in a confused manner. Windora hisses at the frog who hops as fast as he can away. Windora heads back to Hooyara and their lovely cabin. Windora sits in Hooyara’s lap while she weeps for those who have been hurt.
A black iridescent paw comes up and touches Hooyara’s face. The thoughts come again from her familiar. “We did good, they are safe now. We will keep protecting these people even the ones who call you names. We will keep protecting those who have no one else.” Hooyara smiles wipes her tears and nods slowly. Loading up her pipe again she starts puffing on it slowly. Content as one can be given the circumstances. She smiles hearing a frog bellowing in the distance, and wonders if it is one of hers.