Phoenix Maplewood Spare me all your lies

she never entered whitebark’s territory, instead opting to immediately return to her stores after their acceptance. fréobearn needed more time to process what célnes had roped their family into, and taking this small trip was exactly the distraction she needed.

until—

whitney, the white witch. fréobearn stared in silence, unsure of whether or not to make herself known. in the distance, a young doe pranced from concealment to the open, then continued into the fields, providing implicit permission for fréo to approach.

she unraveled one of the fern leaves to reveal a crumpled pile of webs, which was quickly taken between her front teeth, with some sap from a nearby elm. then, she walked to whitney’s side, being careful to avoid eye contact.

whitney, fréobearn mumbled as she dressed the most obvious wounds, did you bring anyone else with you?