Deepwood Weald immolation

it was a dream that led her here, long before the call lifted o'er the tree tops. she idled mutely at the edges of the forest in a trance until the song rang like a bell, and the witch was summoned thusly! deirdre arrived in little time, eyes taking the other in while her nose drank of her. the witch said nothing, yet, but compassion drove her to draw nearer until finally, she breathed worriedly: what is amiss?