Bearclaw Valley i fancied myself a witch

literally everything in the entire world sucked right now, and it was all aunt laurel's fault. not feeling daring enough to challenge her again, merrick sniffled wiltingly beneath her scolding. the concern beneath her firm voice spoke to him; he snuck a glance up into her stern face. "bored," merrick mumbled, rolling his velveteen shoulders. "wan' play?" he chirped, hoping to ingratiate himself with the leader. "can i come wiv you?"