Greatwater Lake Before we ever learned the fear of being bold

Fig smiled at her response and nodded in agreement, though he knew she couldn’t see. Her warning was an unnecessary one—he’d been around a “witch” long enough to know they weren’t to be trifled with. ”I wouldn’t dream of it,” he answered, bumping his shoulder against hers.

”Lead the way, Fenny,” he said with a grin. He suddenly felt like they were kids again, her charging ahead while he trailed at her shoulder, trying to keep up, gently adjusting her steps so she would stay safe though she was ultimately the one forging their path.