The concoction proved to be bitter, spicy and hot. Satis had to drink it in this state. Otherwise, it would be ineffective. Everytime she’d imbibe it, she had to hold her breath and endure it scorching her mouth and throat until it reached to her stomach. It wasn’t a miraculous concoction that could heal her with just one drink, but she did feel better day after day. Still, there was no change on how dull and lifeless her wings looked. The ruffled feathers appeared ready to fall anytime.
Satis became detached even more. She didn’t want to speak to anyone, which made her ifuun (parents) very worried. Because of her situation, she wasn’t pushed to learn self-defense by her father or learn how to dance by her mother. As it was, her movements were still constrained and a huge effort. Even jus
