Horizon Ridge Black honey

larkspur ostrega. the name was beautiful, and deirdre was smitten with it. larkspur! she said with a smile, finding the name fitting for the other, pretty as the pixie she appeared to be. the girl looked to be a child of the fae creatures she had dreamt—weren't they dreams?—of, and the cub carried with her a piece of deirdre's heart, as all those she swiftly came to love would. what a lovely name! we are well met, she smiled sweetly, dipping her head warmly to the strawberry and creme child.

as for the next question, she knew it would be difficult to articulate. yes, a spell--magic, she elaborated, and after a breath, she asked, have you heard of witches? she waited for an answer before offering, we can still continue to look as well, if you would like. it could not hurt. the pale beauty observed the others features to see what she would like to do in the moment.