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not your typical mother-daughter talk for your not typical mother-daughter
Who: Nikita and Silvia
When: Afternoon
Where: Home
Silvia hadn't been bothered by most of the things that were on people's mind the past week. She hadn't gone to the park so she hadn't even seen the glitter berries that caused all the problems, nothing strange had happened to her abilities or her dreams. No, Silvia was great. Okay, maybe not really great because she wasn't sure about some things. Like the other morning when she'd gotten up and smelled Nikita's scent wafting out of Missy's room or yesterday when she had heard the two in the kitchen and peeked in from where she was 'doing her homework' to see that neither of them looked like they were about to kill the other. Wasn't that weird? Weren't they supposed to really not get along? Kristen had said it was Missy who hated vampires and had told her they were bad so it only made sense that she'd hate them too. Which meant that Nikita should hate Missy and shouldn't have turned her in the first place but that obviously wasn't the case.
"Adults are confusing," was what Silvia had decided. They didn't ever do what made sense and if they did then the world would freeze over. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to try to make it make sense for her. Missy was still here, Kristen was still here, and Nikita hadn't given her an update on the whole situation. Silvia wasn't sure how things worked with vampires, but since one of them had adopted her she kinda figured that she deserved to have a bit better of an idea than she did. So after she grabbed a glass of milk out of the fridge -- part of her really still wanted to pour it into a saucer -- she made her way to where she could clearly scent Nikita. "Sooooooo," Silvia drawled as she moved in and perched herself on the nearest seat that wasn't the floor. "What's up with you?"
When: Afternoon
Where: Home
Silvia hadn't been bothered by most of the things that were on people's mind the past week. She hadn't gone to the park so she hadn't even seen the glitter berries that caused all the problems, nothing strange had happened to her abilities or her dreams. No, Silvia was great. Okay, maybe not really great because she wasn't sure about some things. Like the other morning when she'd gotten up and smelled Nikita's scent wafting out of Missy's room or yesterday when she had heard the two in the kitchen and peeked in from where she was 'doing her homework' to see that neither of them looked like they were about to kill the other. Wasn't that weird? Weren't they supposed to really not get along? Kristen had said it was Missy who hated vampires and had told her they were bad so it only made sense that she'd hate them too. Which meant that Nikita should hate Missy and shouldn't have turned her in the first place but that obviously wasn't the case.
"Adults are confusing," was what Silvia had decided. They didn't ever do what made sense and if they did then the world would freeze over. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to try to make it make sense for her. Missy was still here, Kristen was still here, and Nikita hadn't given her an update on the whole situation. Silvia wasn't sure how things worked with vampires, but since one of them had adopted her she kinda figured that she deserved to have a bit better of an idea than she did. So after she grabbed a glass of milk out of the fridge -- part of her really still wanted to pour it into a saucer -- she made her way to where she could clearly scent Nikita. "Sooooooo," Silvia drawled as she moved in and perched herself on the nearest seat that wasn't the floor. "What's up with you?"