Fairspell Meadow Divine and Witchy

"Well, that would work, but then think, how much free space is there in your mouth, when you close it shut?" Dwin shot back a question. "If a troll's mouth and tongue are made of solid rock, he closes his mouth and - bam - you are very likely to be crushed like a... a... frog that Jay has sat on," she finished with a metaphor that needed some explaining and there was none. Sometime Dwin found that the existing vocabulary was not enough to describe everything properly and she came up with unlikely random strings of words. 

"A graveyard? That is awesome. My mom showed us our graveyard - my aunt, my cousin and... and... I forgot, who else are buried there!" she told, racking her brain on, who else she had frogotten. "You know that there are some spooky rituals to talk with the spirits and such? I wanted to try that - you know - siblings are sometimes boring and annoying and ghosts would be a nicer company - but my parents did not let me go there alone on a full-moon night. Said I was too small. And that ghosts would eat me. I would like to see them try," she finished her trek across the memory lane.

"Besides, what kind of ghost aunt is it, that tries to eat her niece, right? THAT would be awfully rude," she sighed, then remembered that she was not at all alone here and Ash Paw had mentioned another interesting thing about her home. "What is that sacred place? What happens there?"