Larksong Grotto What gods bring

"A witch?" Satori mused in thought, as a man draped in forest hues emerged from behind. The word meant much to her - the druids of old were often mistaken for members of the occult by those who did not know their ways. Her tail flicked intrigued as she watched the woman of the hour storm onto the scene.

So this must be Aspa. She was a tiny thing, not much taller than Satori herself though her demeanour was very much like a snake coiled to strike. Both smelled faintly of Winsook. "I don't understand you," her words hung in the closing space between them. "Would you translate for me?" The language she recognised as Skorpa's tongue. Reluctant to drag her eyes away from the slippery crone, her gaze flicked once towards the bearman before settling, almost in trance, to stare at her one, blind eye. What did she see through it?