Ryxzana pauses in her farming to lean on her rake, surveying the bountiful harvest. She smiles, pleased with all she sees. This new land, Nea Archi, is good for her after the terrors of her childhood. She hears the ting ting as Jondar works away in the smithy, and the sound of a different hammer as Durius works with his carpentry, and revels in the safety of it.
They accept her for who she is, with Jondar even guiding her in the ways of Fo. She shudders as the memory of her parents flows through her mind, and the terrifying way that they died.. hunted down by the very people they helped, just for who they were and what they could do. A chilling reminder to her that things can change in an instant.
She pushes that thought from her mind, focusing on the here and now. While she still works on the same principals they did, she does it her own way. Under her faith in Fo she heals those who need it, she forages of the earth, and tends her gardens to fill the bellies and strengthen those who are willing to pay the coin. If she uses her knowledge to work with the food and enhance skills that her patrons use.. no one is the wiser.
In her past some may have called her a witch, now she is simply a priestess of Fo.