Fairspell Meadow The webs we weave

"Then, give me a reason to; other then rank." The wraith would play her little game, if this dame so wished of course. The serpent had no quarrels about it, but this girl had yet to give the wraith a reason to respect her. It was earned, not freely give. Perhaps to the Alpha's but no more then what was required, that she couldn't avoid and that she equally knew. As for the rest of the misfits, they had to earn that respect from Abelinda, not it being given freely.

"Witchcraft isn't my forte nor do I dabble in such things. My skills lie else where." In the world around me, not with a bunch of superstitious fools. It was something the wraith had to bite her tongue on saying, but the thoughts were there never the less. Finishing the gathering of berries, she spat out the bitter taste of some of them. Though a few blue berries and black berries were eaten to help with the taste in her maw.