|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
WARNING: this doll contains Violence
"Here," the High Mistress offered, holding out a vial, "This doesn't need water; the liquid that activates it is blood. When it mixes with blood, it forms a kind of foam that packs the wound from the inside. More importantly, for us, is that its smell is faint and completely unlike that of blood." She sighed, hating to use one of her best healing potions on an enemy Damian. "Can you carry this in your claws up there, sprinkle him, and then dispose of the man's unconscious body in some inconspicuous manner?"
"Of course," Hawkeye was nearly aglow with pride in them both. "It is unwise to take on an Oakenling in a forest. It is sheer stupidity to do it when he is accompanied by such a Witch as you." And with that, he launched himself into the air.
Brin didn't stay in one place to watch, but continued climbing down the side of the gap.