Amaryllis Vixen rushes out of the witch clan's walled village, her parents looking worried as they watch her from the gate.

She walks into a field of wildflowers, a soft smile on her face and a rose tint to her cheeks, pulling out a small pair of scissors from her basket. She squats down and takes a couple cuttings with her scissors from a tall flower with purple, bell shaped, speckled flowers. She had just taken a snippet from a poisonous plant. Foxglove.