Cricket Creek Bog A liar and a cheat, but I could be so much worse

Oh, now that was interesting.  Fennec's attention definitely sharpened when the stranger said accursed.  She couldn't imagine what might be wrong with him to make such a statement, but it was certainly one that struck a note with her.  You too?  She asked, teeth glinting with a smile once more.  Her attention was trained in his direction, best she could surmise it at least.

I need it for the bark.  A witch can't only deal in curses, it's bad for business.  She enjoyed the way the joke rolled off... flat, with no inflection to show her words weren't absolute truth.  She knew, deep down, that she was growing to love this trade.  It allowed her to embrace a side of herself she'd always loved, but in a way that gave her a commanding breadth of knowledge to draw on.  She'd only scraped the surface and already it was so satisfying.