Moonspear To join this conversation

The Witch of the Glen. It sounded ominous: just as the witch had intended. Sialuk swallowed hard, wondering what things a witch might do. Cast spells? Curses? When Fennec the witch said she knew someone would come, it sent a chill down Sialuk's spine, lifting the hairs all along her back. H-how did you know? she asked, doing her best to keep her voice even and not show her fear, even if it was written all over her face.

Any thoughts of talking about healing suddenly slipped from the raindrop's mind. Now she was thinking only about what nefarious things the witch might do. Then again... Can you teach me how to do it? she asked. Sialuk wondered if befriending the witch was even possible. It certainly didn't seem probable, but maybe she could make it work. At the very least, it didn't seem like a terrible thing to ask. Unless the witch was offended and decided to turn on her. Another gulp.