Sleepy Fox Hollow To stir such a cauldron, you've got to be strong,

"As well as I," he outran the fire, and so did the bones that they laid behind. Their uncle may always be suspicious, but now there was no confirming for what had been done. A cruel smile crossed her lips on such thoughts.

"What a pleasant name," a court? Kingslend were isolated, with the occasional loners and ancestry of others that were initated in. Cultures often blended, but majority stayed the same, she can't recall anyone who came from a court..? Oh wait, yes she did! "A man named Dante exanded an invitation to it." 

Her smile didn't drop, but nearly remained placid, "Whitney?" She remembered the white witch of the land. Born to a blessed pair, but given one that was different, a particular albino, stripped completely of any color. Truly, the most cursed of their land. Though she was born as a Deorwine, and was not casted out.

"Perhaps there are plans for her."