“Fen’ I’ve decided I want another child,” the Witch proclaims, suddenly appearing and sat at the table. “I barely got to raise my first and he’s already produced a second grandchild. I’m a grandmother before I got the chance to be a mother. Stupid Eldritch nonsense. I, however, don’t want to deal with the stress of a relationship. No partner and certainly no marriage. Well, maybe a partner, but without the hassle of finding one. Dating is a pain. Maybe I could settle on getting a generous donation?” Ugh. “But what if the donor has… problems? Things my child could inherit? I would hate to raise a narcissist.”
"..." This is what best friends, companions, partners, whatever they were did right? Stare judgingly but not interrupt while they listened? She's certainly nailing it, feathery hair settling into a calmer sleek along her skull as she took a sip of her drink before slowly sliding it closer to Ravenna.
"I cannot relate." Yes she can, but she doesn't have the same problem, allowing her to play with phrasing. She has kids everywhere, gravitating to them, or them to her- like the spatial anomaly she is. Ignore the two husbands in the background.
"Is this just venting or would you like me to offer you a donation?" And perhaps if the point needed nailed in. "Can pick out a certain side of the abhorrent DNA so you get a silly bird." Is she joking? Possibly. Maybe. The faint smirk forming doesn't answer that particular question.
"Any of that is off the table if you are still going to be painfully absent love."
