She lay exhausted, legs loose and sprawled open across the table. She panted, shivered, opened both eyes a fraction.
The witch’s head lifted between her legs, all tumbled gold and wickedly happy emerald command. “Have you felt that answer yet, my princess? The knowledge in response to your desire?”
Ursula, being liquid as a river, could only moan.
Esme considered this reply. “I believe you know. But…perhaps an extra form of knowledge. Something even more…incontrovertible, let us say.” She moved away, busied herself at the table for a moment. “Honey crystallizes. Grows solid. But it is malleable, changeable…pleasurable…if one can speak to it. As an earth-witch, my power lies in the growing of things, the gifts of the land and animals, my bees and my herbs…a water-witch could perhaps take
