Sybil shook her head once more, "No, There isn't much to say really... My father was Serenian, but when he left, he was disowned. Silly, isn't it? Oh well, he's dead now anyway." She said, a slight bitterness on her tongue. She picked back up the muffin previously given to her and took a bite from it.
The muffin was fluffy and moist on the inside, with the flavor of Cranberries implored her to enjoy it slowly. "This is quite nice!" She admitted, as if shocked to find it so. "Really, you must share this recipe... chef to chef.." His relaxing air and the sweetness of the muffin really did all in all make her more sociable. "I'll help you with that book of yours then too."
A strange demented cry echoed down from beyond the employee door suddenly, "Sy~, Come quickly!~" The voice was from an older woman, and had a unusual croak in it, as if coming from someone developing laryngitis.
Sybil sighed, "Alright.." She replied half-heartedly. "Excuse me Vega.." She mumbled before scurrying up the stairway and into her mother's dark chamber. The shutters were closed, and Sybil's eyes had to adjust to see her mother's silhouette sitting on the barren wood floor.
Her mother had in her hand a fallen black feather. "They come from angels" Her mother Hannilah tried to tell her. "What are you talking about..." Sybil said, well able to put up with this sort of thing. "You are talking nonsense... Go back to sleep..." Hannilah's eyes seemed to plead her daughter to reconsider what she was saying. "Listen child! Don't be blind-" "Mother. I have customers." Sybil glanced at the shell of her mother, feeling an odd burning sensation at the back of her throat. Being in Hannilah's presence made Sybil want to puke and cry, usually at the same time. But she was too strong for that sort of thing. "I love you, my child.." "Love you too.. We'll talk later."
As she returned back downstairs, Sybil's eyes itched. "Sorry about that interruption." She struggled to remember what Vega had said last. "Oh yes... What makes you think that that world wasn't ended by magic? No one knows, and you can't deny the possibility... Unless.. Well, Do you know?" She wondered how far silly on the silly-scale she had to be to ask such a question.