Clever (never a girl to be silent): I am returned! To save Vixen from her angry lover.

Owl-Chymist: First, to address your Questions.

… that mild place keeping vigil ... eyes in the grasses, ears in the trees ... on Watch for Clever's restoration. She is back.
Meadow looks.
Wood listens.

Vixen waits, crouched in the root of a ghost sycamore.

The Alchymist roosts in its hollow bole, that wily Philosopher having taken on the guise of his owl Familiar. Owls being averse to daylight, he prefers the dim interior of the tree.
His Mad Magic grips the field. Small birds know it and are terrorized.

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