I never shall yield

“Your father’s right as far as the tale goes,” Birdie nodded, giggling lightly at the mention of statues.  “We’re not, but we do have a few statues of us here and there.  A lot of pottery pieces as well.”

“Really? I suppose most of the world does see you as goddesses by this point.”

“I am aware, I do own a mirror — how else would I do my hair? My question, how do you do it without ever looking at one?” She raised a brow and nodded in silent chuckle, mouth opening to release no sound whatsoever, only a row of white teeth appeared, “Mm, check this..Tu non sei l'unico che è bilingue. How about that, lovebird?”

“I assumed you had little underlings to do your hair. And unlike you I don’t have time to fuss with things that don’t matter. That is why my hair is short.” Carina rolled her eyes again. Yet another thing the witch had to try to take away from her. “Yo no soy bilingüe, sé tres idiomas - oh sorry that was Spanish. See I know three languages.” She took the bags and put them into two cups pouring hot water over the bags. “I would ask you to sit down, but I don’t want you to stay that long.”

“Exactly, though one can’t help the curiosity sometimes.  We’ve all been tempted by the box,” she agreed, the corners of her lips twitching.  “Neve can be surprising.  I like to think we all can be.”

“I suppose. She was made to open it after all - that’s what Padre said.” She smiled, “Of course you and your sisters are not statues are you?”

“One,” raised her pointing finger she, “Wine makes people sleepy and coffee is bad for your teeth. Two,” now another, the middle finger of her right hand went up, “Cut off the bitch face, honey, it doesn’t fit you well. You look like a fairy godmother trying to be intimidating. Almost disgusting.”

“Tea does the same thing to teeth if you remember - although I doubt you pay attention when you go on one sided rants. Poi di nuovo Dubito che ti interessano. Same with you and that smile - are you aware that it does not meet your eyes? You look like your acting, darling.” 

“Oh my dear Carina, then you do not know Neve.  She may look innocent and childlike, but she has her similarities with Diana.  She started the Irish Revolution you know,” Birdie informed, smiling at the woman and placing a hand on her shoulder.  “This is a good thing, it’s not always healthy to give into temptation.”

Carina’s eyes widen. “Ah really? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. And I suppose Madre. After all Pandora would have been better off if she hadn’t open the box.”

Rogue turned standing on her feet, gaze of dark blue eyes, framed by a face of eburnean skin, followed her every step, “Came back. It happens. People do that,” shrugging it off, she payed no attention to her remarks; mostly because she wouldn’t or/and couldn’t laugh it off. A sense of humor was a tricky little thing to manage, “I would just love a cup of fruity, red, with a slightly sour undertone, yet passionate aftertaste tea, but I suppose..” She breathed in, hips moving lazily as she stepped once towards the other, “..You are just not that kind of woman. Black will do.”

Carina rolled her eyes as her back faced Rogue. She should have of course remembered the others complete lack of humor. After all the two were almost complete opposites. Carina was full of smiles and jokes and Rogue just wasn’t. Putting the tea bag for the black tea in a cup she turned around leaning on the counter.  “What can I say I like wine a lot better and most people here like coffee. However there is a cafe around here that you can get your - red tea. That is if your staying in town for long.”

“Yes, for once.  I bet Neve was around though,” Birdie said with a nod.  “They can, yes.  It’s like anything in life, you can be swayed, change paths.  Get into things you don’t think you would, and find the light.”

“Really? I wouldn’t have thought she would be in fights.” Carina nodded lightly. “Si that makes sense. I guess I’ve never wavered, but mi padre always said I was a stubborn little thing.” 

“Well of course I will stay for a cup of tea! That would be lovely; you, serving me.”

Carina got up trying to quell the urge to light every light in the room to see if the monster would disappear in the shadow. After all that would be rude. Going over to the hot kettle she flicked the switch. “I thought you were out of the country. Actually I was hoping, no matter. Do you like green tea or black tea? I would assume black tea, but that would be rather rude, no? Sort of like opening a clearly closed door. ” 

“Don’t be unpleasant, sweetness, I was walking by — and I thought, who do I know that might work in this boring, tedious place? Who on earth could be so dull? You! It’s you..Hi. Hello. Missed me? I hope you did.”

“I didn’t realize that you were in town, you would have thought I would sense it. You do have a dark cloud around you after all.Would you like tea or are you getting on your broom soon?”