Madeline's eyes grew large and damp as she stared at the reigns being handed to her. She'd never led a horse before! Reaching out ever-so-gingerly and accepting them from St. Vicar, the little witch lady in her little witch dress turned to the horse and, in a very stern manner, nodded, and whispered up to the great beast [b]"I won't let you down."[/b]

Madeline became aware of another presence, rather suddenly ... the awareness, not the presence! Presences were generally gradual in their comings and goings, but not always. Peering down at the little visitor as the cafe itself shrank, and was packed neatly away inside of an acorn shell, inside of her satchel, she blinked down at the little black and white catten, a wide smile soon spreading across her lips as her pupils grew large.

[b]"Ooooooh, hellooooo, aren't you precious! Is this [u]your[/u] little friend Saint?"[/b]