Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

Starbuck had only had two or three berries before she was disturbed. She swallowed, her tongue darting out to worry away any stains the berries might have left on her lips. Then, cheerfully she piped, hello! I have yet to have ill effects from them, and they are so very delicious. Would you like to try? They are very sweet. She stepped away, all friendliness and open smiles. Since arriving in the Wilds, she had had little experience to teach her to distrust, and so she approached this stranger as she did most.