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a malevolent thought visited the blackbird as she lead the pretty thing through the woods. what would merrick think or feel, if his newest little bird was slain in the forest?

would he weep to see such a pretty thing desecrated? would astara see in that singular eye a grief, a love, that should only be reserved for her? she put such thoughts to bed, stepping back as phoebe flitted to the birch, her eyes wide in surprise and interest.

were any of them poisonous? if only astara knew more of these morels; she might try to force phoebe to eat one of them!

in any event, astara did not linger long after. phoebe was mesmerized, which provided the dark sylph enough time to slip away unnoticed.