Wynta
Wynta didn’t want to say yes, but another part of her kind of wanted to at the same time, it wasn’t the woman asking that bothered her. It was that Matriarch behind her that bothered her. She wasn’t really human anymore, just something that only cared about the purity of the blood witch line and nothing more.
She looked at her mother, who smiled at her. “So very stubborn.” She murmured softly.
“What is your name?” Wynta asked. They didn’t even know what it was, couldn’t really read the woman properly.
“Avetta is my true name. Though he calls me Avery. My mother named me before she died, I recall that,” her mother told her.
She thought it was a pretty name. No longer would she ever have to go by Avery, only by her true name. She turned to face her mother and then just stepped ove
