Blackfeather Woods There is a first for everything.

Potema felt awkward at her sister's blank eyes and uneasy silence, but she pushed the feeling aside as she did her duty. The witch entered the tunnels, swiftly, by practice alone, taking what she needed and turning to her sister, tending to her wounds. She had no words (especially with her mouth stuffed by cobwebs and marigold), only pressing the golden leaves against her wounds and binding them with sticky cobweb. There, She declared as she finished, stepping back from the silent husk that was now her sister.