The Binding Witch and The Fortune Taker

Not a Good Plan

I motioned for her to walk with me. She fell in step next to me, and her short, strong steps matched my long stride.

"So, what is... plan?" Indira said.

"Oh, it's a good one." I said. "Step one: I find her. Step two: we fight. Step three: I win."

Indira appeared to mull this over. "That is not good plan, Kate."

"You think?" I laughed. "It's all I've got."

"Yes," she said. "Good plan is, ah... what do you call it?

"Better?" I offered.

"No!" she said, and slapped my arm. "I remember word now. Details!"

"Ouch!" I said. "Okay!" I rubbed my arm. That little hand stung like a bee. "What do you recommend?"

"First, I show where she lives." Indira said. "Then, we..." she smacked her palms together.

"Hit her?" I said. This sounded a lot like my plan.

Indira glared shook her head. She made puppet motions with her hands, as if they were talking to each other.

"Talk to her?" I said, then realized what she meant. "Oh! Confront her?"

"Show strong," she pointed to her biceps, "but talk to start. Get more... to know this way."

"Oh, right," I said. "That makes sense. We need to find out what she's doing to people. Do you know where to find her?"

"Yes!" Indira said. "Follow!" She took off through the woods.

I followed.