Have you seen the gorgeous beauty that’s descended upon this desolate mountain of ours? Of course, I’m talking about Sebi Bejuk. The heavenly healing beauty. The serene snow fox. The blossom of Bejuk. I’m sure you’re desperate to get to know the real Sebi, just as I was when he kindly agreed to an interview.

I’m trained in all the healing arts, specialising in massage and aromatherapy. My best traits are I’m detail-oriented and a hard worker. It’s been ten years since I began my training and I have been a fully fledged healer for three. In that time I’ve been working as an assistant to my adoptive father, Duke Bejuk.

I don’t know where I was born, or who my parents are. Duke Bejuk found me wandering the forest near the camp when I was around ten years old, with no sign of where I came from nor any memory. The Duke took my appearance as a good omen and brought me into his house and raised me alongside his own children.

I’m unfortunate to be cursed with quite a unique appearance: I have naturally white hair. Because of this, I get a lot of stares in public.

Duke Bejuk treats me very well. Since I accompany him when he travels to other camps to treat illness, I spend more time with him than his actual children.

Speaking of his children, they have both been good friends to me. Rok is older, and a very good healer. His bedside manner and leadership skills are unmatched, and he has a wide knowledge of herbs and healing techniques.

Etti is a different matter entirely. She’s lazy, brash, and foolhardy. Her greatest joy is slacking off and teasing people, most of all me. She tries to hide her good heart and nurturing soul, but I’ve seen her true self.

Steamed mountain greens and mushrooms. Stewed with high-quality medicinal herbs chosen to suit the eater’s current condition. Served with hot tea and a little honey.

Snow foxes. I’ve seen them when out gathering mountain herbs in the early mornings. They might seem like elegant creatures, but if you watch them for a long time, you see they have a cute, and silly side too.

I always carry a small leather pack full of basic medical supplies: All the major herbs and crystals, blessing candles, a few good blades, dressings, a needle and thread etc.

There are many terrible injuries and illnesses I’ve witnessed as a healer. Many drawn-out painful deaths. I think the worst fate of all are when people have to die alone, or with just me to comfort them. Being with family, whether or not they are related by blood, brings such comfort. When I think about what fate scares me the most, its living a full life but having no one by my side at the end.

I wouldn’t say “frighten” but I am unsettled by it. I’m certainly quite accustomed to death but unless forced to face it, I prefer to keep it at the back of my mind.

Is there such a thing as an ideal girl? If the girl is kind, with good morals, she’s good. If she’s not, she’s troublesome. Is there anything more to it than that?