(Zoe POV)
Why is this creepy dude just staring at me? Is there something on my face? Do people just stare at babies eyes, is that normal?
A small smile creeps upon his face and he requests to hold me and mother complies and hands me over to father. They're saying that I have mana, mana? You mean the shit that Gandalf uses. Hmm, am I cool or what.
(Helen POV)
After Hank inspected Zoe he concluded that I was crazy because she had no gaze and promptly left the room. *SIGH* Am I going crazy to think that a baby has mana yet? I need some rest. Hugging Zoe like a pillow we both lay down for an afternoon nap.
...Two years later...
(Zoe POV)
Crawling around I hide underneath mothers bed so that Mary cant wash me. Don't get me wrong, I love getting washed, it's just that I still can't stand the lack of a certain member. Just the site of my new… feature is unsettling. Shit, she found me.
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Aahhh that was nice, I really needed that.
Oh there is mother, staring at her blankly, hmmm, I can see through you, I can see through you.
(Helen POV)
Zoe finally started to move around after her first birthday, why is everything so delayed when it comes to this one? She doesn't appear slow or dim-witted but she can't even talk yet. Can she not talk? I'm scared for this little one, how will she fare on her own if she can't talk. “Zoe? Come here Zoe.” looking at me she just sits there and doesn't respond to anything I say or do. Waving my hands in the air above my head only gets me a small giggle. A small giggle. Thats nice…
“Tha hell!” I scream. She can make noises, so she's not mute! Frantically waving my hands again causes her to burst out in laughter, “mother stop please!” She can talk too, I feel faint, this is too much for my poor heart.
“Zoe, say mother again.”
“Mother.”
“No no no say more than that”
“Mothers silver hair is very pretty and it compliments her pale skin nicely.”
How does she know those colors, how does she know those words? The heck?
(Zoe POV)
After seeing mothers chest bounce with everso vigor and responding to her request, she just stares at me like I have a horn and two tails. Oh, babies don't talk like that, shit. “Who are you,” mother says with a firm tone.
“Zoe mother”
“Zoe can't talk. Who are you.”
Shit, now what? Hmm, I think this will work.
“Mother the Infurmin taught me.”
“Infament? What is that? Some kind of demon?”
“No no, Infurmin, it's my angle, he taught me how to talk.”