Not sure how anyone could properly respond to a situation like this, where a woman who had just threatened everyone without hesitation suddenly transformed into a disturbingly cute, innocent mother.
The shift felt wrong in a way that crawled under everyone's skin, because the love she showed for her daughter ran uncannily deep, strangely pure, and terrifyingly obsessive all at once.
Snap.
Snap!!
Snapp!!!
Aqualina, Raven, and Drakhairs stared at Mary with expressions that bordered between confusion and alarm.
Mary held a square metallic box in her hands, her fingers moving with affection as she gazed into it, while soft clicking and snapping sounds echoed rhythmically from the device.
Their gazes slowly followed the direction of her snapping fingers, turning away from her face and toward the scene she had created.
There, laid out beneath the open sky, sat an unmistakable setup filled with porcelain cups, delicate plates, and carefully arranged sweets.
A tea party!
