mostlyunlucy
The people of Mysticity were lovable, outgoing and friendly. Their pleasant smiles were ever present, despite their ever changing weather. But at the single mention of Blanch, they would turn into sullen men and women, and gloomy little children with downcast eyes and hushed voices.
Journalist from the kingdom of Factious City, Harold P William is avidly curious about the queer weather and the pleasant-to-a-fault people of Mysticity. And mostly, their mysterious dislike for the word, Blanch.
Blanch, however has problems of her own to deal with, and her patience with the nosy journalist is quickly running thin. He only wants to help, and help is a foreign word to her ears. Blanch's problems can't be helped, as far as she knows. And Harold is unrelenting in his questioning and infuriatingly determined in solving her problems, and beating the White Bite.
But no problem is ever solved easily, and really, what harm is there in just one bite?