Swiftcurrent Creek Precious Metals

Moss felt doubt creep in when Arlette's answer was positive, but tentative. She did not know the exact nature of the curse herself, but had felt its afflictions. "Twice, it has stopped my heart." She said. She hoped Arlette wouldn't pass it off as being heart failure or heart disease- she knew for herself that she had been healthy as an ox until the witch had uttered the words in self-defense. She'd been bowled over backwards by syllables; mountains weren't often crumbled by the warble of a bird. 

"It has poisoned my soul," She said, shaking her head gently. "I have done what I can to draw it out." But she couldn't be sure. She couldn't know until her offering had been accepted; and would hope it would take the bait and seep into the new life she promised.