“It isn’t wise to leave so soon,” admonished Lydia as Sybl, showered and dressed, pranced through the cabin.
“I have matters to look after mother. I can’t stay here,” Sybl argued, narrowing her deep green eyes on the older witch.
“What about Melanie?” Lydia asked.
Sybl’s dark eyebrows bunched together in confusion. “Who?”
“You’re daughter!” Lydia exclaimed, waving her hands towards the infant who was greedily sucking a bottle while being held by Aria.
“Oh,” Sybl laughed. “Well take her to the Children’s Home. That’s where all children are raised.”
“Not when they’re only two days old!” Lydia argued. “She should stay with her mother for the first few months of her life at least! I didn’t let you go live in the children’s home until you were 6!”
Sybl rolled her eyes.
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