Moonspear lie to me

"fennec," kukutux said softly. a witch. and one beneath her tutelage. "she seems good." seemliness was not a confirmation of one's character. what had taken her eyesight, the duck wondered for another time. she had always quietly blamed the woman who had borne the blind healer, but perhaps it was darker than that.

perhaps it had been a simple trade, eyesight for power. the woman's hackles flickered briefly. "she is smart and quick. you are smarter and quicker," kukutux went on, smiling at her raindrop. "if fennec wants to be witch, she will be witch. they take the form of their practice, not their word."