Blackfeather Woods Red eyes, blue eyes, white eyes

The bat had seen the girl's ears flicking up while he chanted, but it would have been dangerous for her if he broke the spell before it ended.

"...Syt isse ōdres konīr iksos perzys,
Se rȳ mundari māzigon ābrar,
Pryjagon aōha ōregon naejot bisa tala hen ōños,
Se māzigon naejot issa, iā voktys hen zōbrie,
Syt iā sȳrkta gaomilaksir ao kostagon dohaeragon..."

The words were chanted and the spell completed, thus breaking the circle and linking the girl's pain to the warlock. Perhaps that energy could be used to teach the young witch a spell. She was ready.

"Sweet, sweet girl... It's been a while for us two, hasn't it?" squeaked the little bat right into the princess' ear, ending in a toothy grin that would have been unsettling to most.