The White Golem and the Uncertain Witch

Hazel was flung back, falling into the snow. She rubbed the back of her head, then sat up.

Hazel: Alright, so. . . do you have a name then? At least, do you talk at all, or are just mute?

"Pana."She said,her voice surprisingly very womanly and sophisticated as she slowly stood straight up,towering over the trees as usual.

Hazel stood as well, then grabbed onto Pana. She climbed up the gollem, then sat on her shoulder.

Hazel: Nice to meet you, Pana. I'm Hazel. So, if you don't mind me asking, what is this flower for anyway?