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Faye Chalmers

As Cecil responded Faye lifted her head up from staring at the floor. She had been taught by the maids in her parents Manor that it was always polite to look at the people that conversed with you. She didn't want to be rude.

Lucy had wondered to see what Rhys had been upset about.

As Cecil spoke in regards to the possible guest at the door being a witch Faye pulled a face finding the concept still a little unnerving. She believed in many possibilities in this world and considering that she was a whimsical child it wouldn't surprise her if there were witches.

"Must be a wayward kid. And I don't think you talking was just a coincidence, either." Cecil cast a sideways glance at Faye, giving her a smile.

Faye slid back into her chair a bit caught of guard as he did.

"While your voice is lovely, you don't do that much, do you? Talk, I mean." He babbled before tilting his head at the door. "Whimsical, maybe?"

As he mentioned her not talking very much Faye felt her eyes widen and her cheeks redden further.

Oh great, so people have noticed me, noticed I'm quiet. I've been here for a few months now I shouldn't be surprised. Maybe they think I'm weird? Wait... did he say me talking wasn't a coincidence? A new Whimsical Kid?

"I'll get it!" Lisi's energetic voice scattered throughout the room as she hurried to the door. Faye envied her confidence.

Faye began to twirl a strand of hair around her finger as she tried to stay confident. "I talk... sometimes" she mumbled back to Cecil. "Just when I want to" she said getting up from her chair.

"I just don't want too often" she spoke trying to make conversation. It was strange, she wasn't used to people. what she said was a lie, it's not that she didn't want too, she did, she just didn't know what to say most of the time or have the confidence too. What if she said something rude without knowing?

"I-" She paused "I like my books" she mumbled again bending down to the floor.

She began to pick up the broken shards of the pot she had smashed "Sorry, about the pot, I'll fix it" she looked towards Cosmo guilt in her voice as she lifted up the hand she had cut. It wasn't too large of a cut, it would heal she deducted pulling the grey jumper she wore over her hands to protect them from the sharp edges of the broken pot.

Maybe I could superglue it back together? Oh but what if I break it again...