Little Red Riding Witch
“Dude, you were surrounded by levitating crystals that were glowing.”
I close my gaping mouth, looking a bit like a frog while Slone tugs me along, pleased with my change to silence.
“Tonight is the New Moon,” Slone explains. “We’ll talk to my coven.”
I sigh, resigned. “Ok, when are they meeting?”
“Squee!!!” her jubilation vibrates my entire torso as she bounces up and down! “At sunset. We are meeting at The Goat.”
“Seriously,” I raise an eyebrow in question, “Your coven meets at a place called The Goat. Isn’t that a bit,” I pause, “on the nose.”
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