"What did the pint-sized shaman brat want?" Maggie demands without preamble the second Charles ends the call.
He meets her blunt tone evenly, tucking the phone into the pocket of his robe. "Lark claims there's been another...incident. Some kind of supernatural event we need to bear witness to immediately."
I tense instinctively at his ominous phrasing, but Maggie just barks out a harsh laugh. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me! More hocus-pocus from those crazy nature cult hippies?"
"I didn't get many specifics," Charles continues calmly. "But her urgency seemed genuine. She says it's happening at their encampment in the forest and that we need to see it with our own eyes."
A leaden silence falls over the room as we all digest this unexpected summons. Part of me is sorely tempted to sim
