Daffodil And The Witch

"I've been waiting for you," the young lady said softly, her voice carrying a quiet anticipation. "The last 6 months since your last arrival was torturous. I hope that you possess enough conscience to not keep me in boredom after I agreed to all of this."

The witch's lips curled into a crooked smile, one that didn't reach her eyes. "Have you now, Daffodil?"

The name hit like a spark in my chest. So, it was true. The young lady was Daffodil. I had suspected as much, but this was the first time it had been confirmed, spoken aloud.

Daffodil's smile widened, her eyes alight with excitement. "What news do you bring from the outside? Has anything changed?"