Silverlight Terrace rule number two, just dont get attached to somebody you could lose

the way the girl takes witchbaby's suggestions and weaves 'em in keeps her transfixed -- a mischevious glint comes into her eye, wondering if she can come up with something so challenging wraen can't adapt it. new game in mind, she listens intently, giggling at her vivid descriptions of the rainbow fish. 

hm, hm, how to continue -- "the old witch, a big mean coyote with yellow teeth an' grey fur," she chirps, "only she ain't speak an' only talks in barks and growls." there, that's a challenge!