"Do you feel any different?" Belie whispered as they gathered the herbs that the Shamaness had described. The woman remained in her cottage, cooking up some sort of concoction while Bella and Belie did her bidding.
Bella scoffed. "Nope," she said. She'd been more disturbed than anything by the shaman's chanting. She highly doubted that a few foreign words could miraculously cure her in one day. She'd already accepted her demons a while back, and she knew they would be a lifelong struggle. She'd often worried about how her mood swings would affect Belie if they were to occur during her travels. She'd already been looked upon by others as unstable and dangerous--and the sad thing is that they weren't completely wrong. Still, a voice inside her head suddenly whispered volumes of hope. Something she had not felt in ages. She'd forgotten what it was like to have hopes and dreams that she actually considered achievable. Yet here it was, swelling up inside of her rapidity. Could it be that the shamaness had restored something Bella thought was long lost? Perhaps the sickness of the heart and mind, that the shamaness spoke of, went beyond what Bella had initially assumed. Perhaps she was speaking of hope, and not of psychosis or heartbreak... Perhaps... Belie nudged her. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah," Bella replied. "Just thinking." Perhaps there was some truth to Guarani legend.
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