Blackfeather Woods Blood, gold and tears

Potema snuffled in her sleep, eventuall stretching out of her ball, creating a vertical line with her body. The witch's eyes twitched, the film behind it opening slightly. Had no one been there she would have stood up, walking in a circle, and plopped back down into bed, but since her brother Cicero was standing there, quiet, she decided to wake up. Oh, Potema said with a yawn, bringing herself to her haunches. Hello Cic'. Did you need something?