The Sentinels the one that fathers the witch

Ah! Taltos, The name sounded ancient, sounded like a wretched curse, but the old himself creature could not think of its origins. His mind buzzed instead with the face of the white witch, and was filled with the vision of her. The question was answered with a hearty hoot, and the beast ruffled his feathers. We spoke with the witch. We know of her magic. We would wish to tutor her on The Old Ways. The language of flowers. Curses and Blessings. Our last witch was taken from us, when our forest was taken from us. But our forest and its spirit are within her! And she is the strongest witch we have ever known. Her power must be instructed, they thought; if left without tutelage, only destruction would come.