Kossuth's Mind

Morena walked to the bath with Zaleria and Kossuth behind her. "Mother, please take a seat. I will wash your back."

"No, I will do it." Zaleria pushed her away.

The two sisters glared at each other as their mother smiled. They were the same as she remembers them. Those two wyrmlings scrambling about in the nest.

Morena used to be the one triggering Zaleria with something. While Zaleria was the one to resort to violence first. But albeit all the fighting, she could remember the two care for each other.

The relationship between the two sisters fell apart after their mother disappeared. Each one took her way of witchcraft and perfected it to prove a point.

Zaleria tried to be like her mother and focused on her flames. While Morena wanted to learn the art of the dead. In the hope to contact their mother whom she thought was dead.

"Don't fight. Both of you can do it." Kossuth pulled a small wooden stool and sat with a smile, moving her hair to the side.