A Weirdsista to be sure, with eyes of
green and woven hair, that hides her vexatious spells. She will see you for certain,
walk with some and journey with others. She is around the
corner, she is in the soil, and wishes you not call her name.
Weirdsista hand in hand she will offer to those that ride the wind, watch over the animals and tend to those that have a need.
And chase away those that suffer the illness of greed.