With a cackle and a screech and a blur of flowing black silk the Silver Vixen's friends swooped in to drop her off and sip some brimstone before launching back into the skies over Sussex. There were some worried looking newts about, and GF saw two bats with white sticks stumbling from the kitchen.
They had had a good day disrupting the normality of Selsey and swooping aimlessly around and around the various roads that should have brought them home. There had been reports of UCPs(*) but they left before anyone had time to investigate.
(*)Unidentified Cackling Patchworkers
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Take care casting these asperttions upon the coven - they could be cooking up some ghastly potion or spell to have their revenge upon you for such epithets.
UCP's indeed!
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