Bramblepoint what's my line

I will search for the bark of willow, Sialuk said, glad that the witch had offered help. The raindrop wondered if she was more inclined to do so because it was her former mentor who was hurt.

The conversation moved to the bird and the bones, and the witch had more questions than Sialuk had once had for her. It brought a smile to her face, and she was happy to know they could now learn from one another, rather than their interactions benefiting only the younger of the two. In this way, the raindrop could feel herself growing on the inside as well as out.

I made a small skin to carry them, and when I think of a question, I scatter the bones, and they tell a small story. No details, but feelings and a sense of... connection to something not here in this world. Sometime, if you come to the spear, I can make a story of you.