Morwain remembered looking up at her ethereal aunt and saying, “But aren’t we witches?”
“All freethinkers are my little owlet.” her aunt had replied after she had crouched down and held Morwain’s emerald eye gaze in her own tawny orbs.
Awesome. What's in the cake? Very descriptive and intriguing, Kat:)
Let's just say that Auntie was counting on the selfish, oppressive nature of closed-minded coercers, anyone who eats the cake is going for an existential ride😉
There also might be a well fomented resistance in the prison and a riot that night too....
Huzzah:)
And thank you!!!!