"It was a long time ago." She said of the first, though she did fall silent to listen to the story, brow creasing just a little as she did so, keeping the same steady pace, heading for the town that was a lot closer than it had been, they were making good time.

Her only question when it was over was: "There are witches in America?" For as practical as she was, as she'd had to be, she'd also read and re-read her mother's book of Grimm's fairy tales, and she knew they were true with the kind of certainty not usually seen in anyone over the age of about six.