Blackfeather Woods That girl is poison

Potema slunk forward at her mother's impatient, commanding tone. Her ears were pressed against her forehead in a mixture of fear of her mother's death and respect for her final wishes. She sat close by, her head low on the ground, her single eye gleaming as she listened to what her mother had to say.

Had it been any other time, Potema would have rejoiced. She would have the chance to study with a coven of mages, women and men that would teach her more than her mother ever would, ever could. But now, whenever she returned from her training, she would not be greeted by a fellow priestess; she would be the only one there.

Potema sat quietly, blinking away tears. "What should I bring to them?"