“That woman in the clouds. Pitch’s daughter?” Ombric looked and Nightlight. He did not have to ask the question out loud for Nightlight to understand. Nightlight shimmered a response. But his answer was one that Ombric never expected. He turned to Toothiana. She nodded. The old wizard blinked rapidly, processing what he’d just learned. North cleared his throat impatiently. “Spit it out, old man.” Ombric tugged at his beard once, then a second time, then at last he said, “She has another name, apparently. By some she’s known as Mother Nature.” Bunnymund’s left ear twitched, then his right one did the same. “I’ve encountered this being before,” said the Pooka. “She’s not always a benevolent soul, and she is very unpredictable.”
Finally finished unless I decide to tint it. Pitch, your daughter is hell on the hands.
This version of Mother Earth and all related character plus text belongs to William Joyce.