The Bone Picker's Daughter
''Vaska, Vaska, Vaska. Spinner's child and bone picker's daughter, won't you come into the woods with me?''
In Bvalnya, the woods eat children. Its branches whisper of a creature lurking within them, waiting for something it has never found, and the villages it splits apart reek of an old, ancient fear that taints the wind, the fields, the air. Its people are made of fear just as they are made of skin.
In Bvalnya, if you go into the woods, you do not return. You are simply there one day and gone the next. You do not linger. Nobody leaves the woods after the trees have breathed them in.
Nobody, that is, except for the bone picker's daughter.
[A Rumpelstiltskin retelling inspired by Bulgarian folklore]