I do not remember her, I have been told she is dead.

[Despite the lack, she still shows a certain amount of sadness. Family was of great importance to her and a piece of it had been lost, just as her other siblings had been. It was a cruel world she lived in, everything she or her father touched would be hated by association, tainted by glitter and worthy of extermination. There was only one thing worse than to be a witch yourself, and that was to sympathize with them.

Her mother had died horribly and it is a blessing that she does not know the details of it.]

But there is a picture of her. The paintings are my father's, but Mahalia created them here. She has blonde hair, and a bright smile, bright blue eyes.

[She cannot, however, remember her name at the moment. She looks off over the water with a frown.]