Seaside Moors Broken merry go round

You bet I do!  My sister Wraen is, like, way better at telling stories, but I like to.  Well.  She hesitates, feeling a little flustered admitting it to this woman who seemed so.  She couldn't describe it.  All the sudden it seemed childish?  I like to make up my own stories.  

Erzulie's had been transfixing though.  She had a manner of speaking, a cadence, that was magical.  Maia knew she'd never be able to recreate that, but it did make her think about her own usual style.  Fast and loose worked, but wow.

Wow she repeated, this time out loud. A witch?  Who was she? And where?  Swamps, but which ones?  Ohhhh what Maia wouldn't give to meet an actual witch!  Something clear by the light that suddenly overtook her eyes.