Silvertip Mountain one never learns how the witch became wicked

The unchild is vague, in Vesta's eyes. But perhaps she didn't know fluidity of words like Merrick did. 
Then again it didn't seem the voidsent bearberry was the type to use words as seamlessly as the King does...

Bear. She says, first a whisper, then intense. Vesta looks toward the distance, where the meteor struck, then back to Asperas. Then again and back, as if asking: A sign from the Bear? In her wordless way.