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The woman sang out in return, her voice a sweet song in the night. With assumed permission, Starbuck trotted closer now, taking in the lithe and willow wolf. She seemed to be carved of the night, of greys and blacks and whites. In her eyes was the deep gold of the harvest moon. Closer, closer, Starbuck saw her pluck slips of glass from the ground.

A witch! Starbuck could not believe her luck. But it wasn't luck, was it? Fate had brought her here, as it had brought her to Potema, Deirdre, and Saga before. Her tail wagged wildly, her excitement plain in her demeanor. And you'll let me watch? she asked hopefully. You are a witch, aren't you! I am Starbuck. I am a Seer, and it is so wonderful to meet you! she trilled, not ignoring the other's words but hoping to prompt yet more explanation.