She saw eyes meticulously moving along the surface of the bright green-skinned water and birds with legs so long she was sure the songs she’d heard on the radio were about them. The trees that shaded the ground were a wonder in themselves. They were monstrous and gnarled and looked as old as time itself. Growing on every available treebranch were vines and moss that appeared to have grown together forming its own impenetrable...

She was a witch. She had magic. She could make alien plants and heal the sick. She had magic. She could light candles with a birthday breath. She was a witch. What else was she capable of?