When the vision became clear Roselyn saw an old lady, stand in front of a table. In front of her she had two glasses, one taller than the other. She poured the liquid that the short glass contained into the taller one.
In a trembling movement, she replaced the glass back on the table. Then she opened a small bottle and with the dropper poured a few drops of a black substance into the tall glass.
She took a long breath, grabbed the glass, and went to sit in a rocking chair.
Her eyes filled up with tears as she stared at the portrait of her and the sage on the opposite side of the room.
"I am sorry. I wish there were other ways to but there aren't. I will miss you."
She brought the glass closer to her lips that trembled while tears fell down from her thin, creased eyes.
After having swallowed two sips her eyes became darkener and seemed to have lost their light. The glass dropped to the floor breaking into many pieces.
Her arms dropped lifelessly as her eyes froze.
