Sun Mote Copse Three make a coven

"Hah!" Niamh exclaimed, when Towhee batted the frog into the air, only to be caught a moment later by Wraen. -"You're out"- Niamh laughed, sending her gaze to Towhee, even though Niamh had no concept of baseball or what it meant when a hit was caught before it could hit the ground. She hauled in a breath and began looking around to try and find another frog to see if they could pull off the same trick again before she was addressed. 

Wraen's humour caught her a bit off guard, and the proud blonde stuck out her tongue playfully at the comment about her facial expression. She wanted to rebuke Wraen for even thinking that she could ever look so sour when she was asked about the experience as a whole. "Which one of us is the crone?" She asked with a grin, but the question was rhetorical. "Honestly- I thought there'd be more like...Chanting and sacrifices," She said, looking down as a little bubble in the water signalled that a frog lay below the surface. She swiftly plunged her muzzle into the water, grabbing not only the frog but a few long pieces of marsh grass as well- but didn't seem to mind ingesting all of it in one ugly gulp. "But I'm pretty okay with this...It's nice to get out."