Marigold
Regina marveled at how gently Snow White spread poultice over her wound, Wilma's wound.
Her hands were calloused but moved with skill as she spoke of a woman she once knew. Despite her wavering voice, she shared stories with a stranger about a hero on horseback - one who had disappeared and was grieved for, one she hoped would someday return.
But as they broke camp and walked together through the forest, Snow stepping with grace over mossy stones and fallen branches, her earlier kindnesses were rescinded when they came upon the village where both their hopes turned again to despair.
