"She cannot talk? She has no voice? Nonsense… when she was younger I could listen to her repulsive sound every day as she bothered Orland in his bureau. Do you truly believe she cannot utter a word? Please don't make me laugh, child."
Looking back at the girl whose hand had only lowered now from her irritated cheek, Elenaide condescendingly demanded an answer from the reluctant girl.
Theressa's back had straightened while her frown came to exist and taking a moment to ponder, silence was heard in the tent only the two women… supposedly were at.
"... I can remember Ma–... Her, talking to me when we were children… however, ever since I–..." — The voice of the young Sylfinnier had started to gain force as she wanted to contradict her mother. Yet… a memory of a scene that had not happened long ago was recalled.
