“I think Heather might be well-suited for the tale-spinners,” Emma said, nudging her friend. Heather felt panic rise, and she looked away. Why am I so afraid of what I love to do? “She is a good storyteller,” Picket said, frowning at her. “Telling stories to littles is not the same as a calling,” Heather said, blushing. “I can think of few higher callings,” Master Eefaw said, raising his eyebrows at Heather and motioning over to the storyguild.”