Post Eight: Advertizing?

[witchofthechalk]

[England has given her an idea and so there is another sign set up outside the house with a sign that reads

Tiffany Aching: Witch
-Disputes settled
-Help with problems
-Midwifery
-General witching

Fresh Cheese for sale

 

Tiffany is sitting on the lawn with her pointed hat on as she reads a book. It appears to be a history text book and she's making notes in a notebook to the side.]

Comments

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I am thirteen.

[Folded arms]

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

You're my daughter.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

And also a witch.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

If you're going to insist on this, then I'm going to speak to you like an adult. All right?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Very well.

[Well her second childhood had been nice not that she'll ever admit this, but all the same...]

Because I am a witch.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Because you're a child, and my child, it will be over my dead body that you're going to fight when you don't have to. Because I care, you're a burden, and that means you're an obstacle in my way. When I'm fighting, I will be utterly distracted by you and lose my direction. If you insist on this, you will be causing injury to me and to those I care about.

So, no. You cannot "help," because I won't allow it. It's stupid and cruel of you to think otherwise.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

......

I see.

[She closes her book with a snap]

Thank you for telling me then.

Now if you excuse me, I think I need to go and make some more cheese.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

... All right.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[Walks by him and into the house.
She's not at all hurt by his words...yeah. She's going to go take it out on some cheese now.]