Sleepy Fox Hollow world

Anselm found her, huffing and pointy-eyebrowed as he often was, demanding to know what she was looking at. Fiona blinked, catching herself before she looked around to make sure he was talking to her, and not somebody else nearby.

You are the one who approached me, she told him calmly. The witch had been minding her own business. He reeked of the woman, but she held her tongue on the matter. She was here to listen, to observe, not to needle or question. Let him surface the information in his own time, when he deemed it time to do so.