Witch's Hut (Sedna)

The Archer-Lyall flicked her tail in irritation, the now familiar weight of her tail-blade adding some extra satisfaction to the movement. Otis had refused to come along, so instead, Chips - her ibis companion had joined her. She wasn’t even sure why she was here, surely there were better places to find some hawthorn, but this soil did seem perfect. The swamp lands kinda reminded her of home, and that only fuelled some of her trepidation about the choice that faced her now. Sure, she could go around - but what if she stepped in a sink hole and was sucked into the mud up to her chest? But then, she wasn’t quite sure how deep the water was, and she knew just how large some of the creatures that lived in Pookastone’s lagoon were... Why, the big ol’ sturgeon could probably swallow her head whole if he wanted to...

With a muttered grumble about bloody foolishness, or something similar, she flicked her head to Chips, sending the Ibis up into the air. At least he had that luxury, but Sedna? Well, she was going to have to brave the water and just hope whatever might be lurking beneath had the sense to steer clear of her. She was still in a mood.

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