Witch's Hut (Sedna)

Sedna drew back in horror as the water began to change colour. The raucous screaming that filled her ears was enough to drive her off, the mud being flung at her by the monkeys above only adding fuel to her retreat, ears folded back and tail tucked like some terrified pup. She couldn’t stop the way her stomach heaved, but despite her best attempts, she couldn’t bring the water back up either. She doubted sweet grass would be enough to settle whatever damage that drink had caused, but she tried to keep her anxiety down. She still hadn’t found any hawthorn yet, and even though the soil was perfect for it, there was no ginger either. Was the ground here just too poor to support anything useful?

Again the foliage that surrounded her was changing, and her ibis joined her, concern lit clearly in his beady black eyes. Her own silver orbs narrowed as one of the plants seemed to turn, it’s wide open petals clamping shut on a bird that was foolish enough to land on it’s top. A single feather floated to the ground and all was silent again. Chips looked like he was about to ruffle his feathers in fright, but Sedna placed a paw on his back She wasn’t sure if they were drawn to sound or movement, though they had no eyes that she could see. Indicating to her companion that they needed to move quietly, she allowed the bird to perch on her shoulders, folding his legs beneath himself to make himself small. One set of feet would be easier to place silently than two. Spreading the webbing between her paws she carefully crept by, careful to keep downwind, just in case they could smell.

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