Heather turned to in the direction of Jewel’s voice. “I’m Heather. At the risk of sounding like an utter lunatic, I take it that you are a gypsy healer as well?”
Jewel nodded but then realized when there was no reaction from Heather, that what she had initially suspected was true—she was blind. “That’s the rumor,” she added to her nod.
“I’m sure you’ve deduced by now that I can’t see jack, so could you please fill me in on where the wicked witch has deposited us?”
“No worries, I hear Jack isn’t very handsome so you aren’t missing anything.”
“That was pretty good,” Heather chuckled. “Just shy of being lame, but good nonetheless.”
“Sorry, I take my laughs where I can get them these days. Anyways, to answer your question, it’s a forest, but not your typical nice, full of life forest.
