Soon enough, the spidery wraith appeared, firstly the glint of her off-putting, pale gaze in the light as she emerged from her den to see who this new presence was.
A boy, it seemed - not yet grown into his second year.
But as the shadow observed him further, she saw a tired sort of maturity - the kind that came from divine knowledge and deep losses.

Eldritch hummed softly in thought, thinking to herself on what she might need help with...nothing herb-wise, she felt, for she had been doing much in terms of healing and medicine on her own.

"You may come in." She eventually uttered, nudging the drapes made of the weeping willow tree aside, as if holding a door open for the young seer, "I am Eldritch." She greeted in her gentle way, as she stepped aside just enough to allow him into her sacred space.