#wss366 #prune (5/5)

Very nervous now, the seedling started, "Okay. Just ... I was talking to Chip, and neither of us knew that was there, that uh, the spider that, and it jumped. Okay? And I ran and ran, and I've been off to the far side of the wood for more than a moon. Okay? And my fruitkin, almost crushed me themselves, and said I need to explain to you on my own before you find me yourself. Okay?"

"I hear you, and I will think on it. Now leave my door before I change my mind."

#wss366 #prune (4/5)

"Witch of the Gathering Wood, I am present to tell my story, if ye would hear it," the young treant was trying to be formal, but sounded like a broken calliope.

"Talk straight, creature. I don't have time to suss out your attempt at fluff speak," Minervie was definitely thinking of this creature as useful potion ingredients at this point.

#wss366 #prune (3/5)

There was a rhythmic clunking coming from the lower half of Minervie's back porch door. Chip didn't notice the new noise, nose deep in a puzzle. Minervie left him to the floor of her "office", and went to check the door.

"What would TROUBLE like YOU be doing at my door?" Minervie was clearly unhappy to see this known prankster at her doorstep, even if they hadn't been involved in Chip's abduction.

#wss366 #prune (2/5)

Only recently, did the young treant learn that the witch accused him of acting with the spider, and also saw the wake of destruction that witch had left around that spider's final stand. The witch had destroyed the spider completely, only small pieces were left, like seashells strewn on a beach.

This unnamed young treant had learned from their very angry parent that Minervie was probably going to hunt them down and prune them to trunk if he didn't talk to her directly.