V I O L A.
❛ oh, i…didn’t even notice. ❜ a sheepish smile, & she surrenders the blanket with ease, surrendering to her sister’s scolding. if nothing else—she knows mairi will be a fine aunt. assuming her children will even survive her care, of course, which she is beginning to doubt. taking the folded blanket in hand & busying herself with smoothing out the creases, she sighs. ❛ a b r e e z e, ❜ she repeats, with a laugh, ❛ you make it sound as if—i do not know—it’s simply pouring tea. not the most important thing i will EVER do. …what if i fail ? ❜
"because it will be as simple as pouring tea, vi!” she insists with a flourishing hand gesture. “you love them, do you not? you want the very best for them and you’re going to try your very best for them? because that’s all that’s required of you as a mother, i would imagine.” mairi is, of course, not a mother herself and perhaps her youth makes her idealistic but she believes what she says. viola will make a fantastic mother. “the only way you can fail is if they both turn out like pyros, anyways.”
