Blackfeather Woods Hocus Pocus

The girl heard the call, as she happened to be on her home turf. The girl still had the cobwebs with marigold on them pressed on her shoulder. After all she still had an ugly bite mark down there.

She kept her face with out emotion, and if there would be a sign of any emotion it would usually be a creepy smile or an angry frown. She felt rebellious enough to almost ignore the call but it sounded important. She had vanished with the shadows, her presence was not a lively one in the forest anymore.

She reached the group, seeing her brother and sister. Though she was not sure if she wanted to think of them like that. Without saying another word she sat down, her pale eyes looking at the pale woman and her ingredients.