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witch loved the new freedoms that the rendezvous site offered— as much as she loved exploring with her sister and enjoyed company, she just as often enjoyed exploring the world on her own. there was nothing better than an uninterrupted daydream. while druid and skaigona were off teaching their pets new tricks, witch lay in one of rivenwood's flower fields, belly up towards the sky as she watched the late summer bugs live their lives among the grasses.

she was particularly invested in what appeared to be a battle between a bumblebee and wasp when sequoia returned. witch flipped to her feet, the gust of air disturbing the battle and causing the insects to flee the area, at least temporarily.

what's the matter, mother? she queried as she approached, dropping the story she had planned to share when her mother's distress became clear. you look absolutely melancholic; it's too beautiful of an afternoon to be out of sorts. witch was still young, but language proved to be one of her budding passions; as often as she passionately observed the natural world, she committed new words to memory and sought to use them whenever she could.