Welcome stranger, 

I have travelled through your world a long time, visiting many places in many times. Most places are now forgotten or remembered only in tales and imagination. I have been in peaceful glades, poisoned glens, beehive-like cities, bubbling with laughter and life, crying with tears and longings, silent with secret fears. Passing through or staying to teach and heal. Sometimes people were grateful, sometimes they were not.
Now an end has come to my travelling and I will rejoice in the splendid colors of the wood: the brilliant green of summery leaves, the golden sunlight shafts piercing through, making patterns on the dark brown of the earth and the fresh green of mosses and grasses. As well as the festive colors of autumn, for I have noticed these woods to make no difference in season but to show the splendour of all. I will find rest in the quiet sounds of birds singing and trees whispering and the soft and lively calling of little streams.
I will gather my thoughts and tell my tales….
In your world I was called by many names, now you will call me Asheroth.
Asheroth the Healer
Asheroth the Tale-teller
Asheroth of Many Thoughts
You are welcome to share my thoughts, and to think on them yourselves. Or to leave them for what they are, letting my thoughts touch yours like the soft wind of a butterfly’s wings.

Asheroth