Rumour Has It

Morrigan scoffed at her sister. Price of a ritual. She stated, crossing her arms as she glared across the child's head to Mirage. In front of them, Echo stared between the two women, and smacked her hands together. Magic sparked from the contact, and Morrigan gave a heavy sigh, settling in front of the child.

I do not negotiate. She narrowed her eyes at the child. Sit in silence, little magician. She forcibly sat the child at a chair, and brushed her hands off, staring at Mirage.

Do you need something or are you here to gawk? Perhaps you want to babysit? She raised an eyebrow.