Prayers and HerbsThis life was Aedan's, had been his for as long as he could remember. As soon as he could walk, Maira had taken him on her travels with her. When spring came, they'd set out across Tangnafedd, to all the places where the best herbs grew wormwood in the hills in the North, basil in Gwylan Bay, lavender on the high fields near Silvermere, St. John's wort in the thickets of pine forests. Aedan helped his mother gather herbs, and prepare the ointments, poultices and infusions following her careful instructions. He knew how most of them were used, though he still often got the amounts wrong. Neither of them could read; the herbs, their names, the ways to prepare which part of the plant and how to apply them, were all in Maira's head.
Only in the coldest months of winter, they would mostly stay in one place most often Caer Aderyn, which was the only place Aedan came close to calling home. They were usually well-received there, although Aedan could tell Maira felt ill at ease at