The dryad giggled, finding Tara's blush endearing. "You're welcome," she said, smiling. She started parting Tara's hair into sections and, if the other girl didn't object, began to loosely braid it. "How long have you been a witch?" she asked, hoping the question wasn't rude. In her world, people weren't born witches, but learned the craft. She didn't know if the same was true of all witches or not.