The bar tonight is quiet. The mirrors on the walls widen the space, but also reflect just how empty it is. A few lonely hearts lose themselves in drink, the speakers play a low soft melody.
Wildling is tired of it all. Days like these she wonders why she stays. Mostly, the answer to that question is Tia.
She finishes wiping out a glass, sighing dramatically.
Wildling presses a kiss to her head. "I cannot wait to see it. Do you need any more paints?"
Wildling positively glows with that compliment. "She is the most talented, aren't you?"
Wildling leans in close to kiss the tip of Tia's nose. "But I can read your mind, my darling. I can see it," she whispers conspiratorially. She pretends to bite at Tia's head.
She giggles and screams and buries her head deeper into Wildling's shoulder.
"Mamaaaa."
"All right, all right," Wildling laughs, pressing a final kiss to her daughter's head.
She puts her down on her feet. "Off you go."
"If we must." Wildling leans across the bar, resting her chin on one long, red nailed hand.
She reaches into her coat and takes out a list, placing it before her.
"Here's what I have to offer."
Wildling's eyes widened. "Biggest collection. You were not kidding."
She scans down the list. "A lesser witch would do what you ask for just one of these items."
"It never will be. You find a more powerful witch than me, I will prove you wrong."
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