Hecate didn't enjoy being scolded. Not in her own home. She drew her lips into a thin line and rose from her seat. Magic snapped around her as she directed her ghosts to hold the girl, and hold her still.
Icy calm she crossed the few steps. Had the girl come in spring, this would be different. Now Hecate was ever the terrible titan so many whispered about. "Be quiet." Her voice was calm, but didn't invite argument. "You are a child, acting like a child and you do not tell me what I can and cannot do. I am Hecate and you are in my home. You will show me respect or I will show you why I am dreaded and feared."
She went to loom over the girl and narrowed her eyes. "My mother was turned into an island, and my father only knew violence. So he left. Poor child." she did not sound sympathetic at all. "It's what they do. Want to complain some more? Tell me how awful you have it? You know nothing. I am willing to provide answers and explanations but I will not tolerate disrespect."