Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

She brightens at their grim decision, their morbid plan. It was settled. Her tail waves, left and right, and there is not a single line of displeasure upon her.
xxxxI was a part of a coven. From them, I learned of black magic; they were devoted to the Earth, but I was devoted to Sos. I could not teach them, but I did not want to, though she had enjoyed them, the coven women were incredibly simple with their minds. She was much the same, but was not self-aware enough to see that. They would not have listened if she spoke of Sos; too devoted were they to their faith. But it worked for them. Just as hers worked for her. I know more of herbs, now, she thinks. They have been quiet for a while, now, they spoke only when I came here again... and still, they were quiet, not near so loud as they were in her youth, but ever-present. Is there more to learn? She queries, eyes looking to him, wanting always to be her best; she knew so very much, and had grown to become a frightening creature. But could there be more?