Brie didn’t respond.
“Do you not understand?” The woman raised an eyebrow. “To me, you are but an infant. Come, nurse at my breast; and I will foster you, raising you as my own. Perhaps, in time, you will learn from me, the manners your mother never imparted.”
“My muh’ver is gone, you witch!” Brie fumed. “I don’t gotta learn nuh’fing from you!”
‘CAW!’
They both looked up as a trio of crows flew overhead.
“Are you refusing me? Do you know even who I am?” The woman stood to her full height, and peered down at Brie.
“I don’t care!”
“I am Morgan-”
“I. Don’t. Care!” Brie enunciated, cutting her off.
“So…” The woman closed her eyes, and held her hand over Brie’s head. “If not from me, then from another.”