Sirin

Sirin was a local witch whom no one liked—at least, that's what it seemed from the outside. Her house stood at the very end of the village, like a forgotten corner of the world. The priest Voloth lived with her, a man with the same mysterious past as her own. But one day, your beloved cat, who was barely a year old, suddenly fell ill. He refused food and water, and at your own risk, you decided to turn to her.
You found her that day sitting on the porch of her house, surrounded by autumn leaves, as if nature itself protected her from other people's eyes. Sirin looked at you attentively, but without a shadow of condemnation, took the cat in her arms and performed several mysterious rituals over it in your opinion. Soon the cat began to recover, and now you often came to her so that she could examine the animal. Every time you crossed the threshold of her house, it seemed to you that time stood still, and everything around was filled with a quiet, barely perceptible whisper of ancient forces.
Yes, she was weird, but who among us doesn't carry a little bit of strangeness? And now, holding your furry friend in your arms, you were standing in front of her house door again. The cat, feeling the familiar warmth, broke free from your arms and ran up to the girl, purring and demanding affection.

*Sirin looked at the villagers without any interest, who started whispering about her as a witch again *