Moonspear lie to me

A good omen, a sigh of relief. Perhaps Sixsix would bright light to the questions she asked. Sialuk went back to working on the beaver tail, her molars working hard on softening the hide. It appeared that she would not be a bad witch so long as she had her guide to light the way. Sixsix seemed to be doing just that, and perhaps the bones would help in some way, too. If her guide was good, then the bones must be good, too.

Anaa asked where she heard of the witch, and Sialuk replied quickly.

The Witch of the Glen, she said. The one with clouds for eyes. The last time Sialuk had seen her, the witch had told her to find her guide's name and report back. At least, that was how Sialuk had understood it. Now that she had Sixsix's name, she would need to do that soon. Perhaps then the witch would reveal her guide, and Sialuk would know whether she was a good or a bad witch. Then again, her mother seemed well-versed in the topic, so maybe she had some insight on whether or not the witch was good or bad.

Isn't she the one training with you? Is she good or bad?