Tulay looked at Eleanor and gave a small wave to her. “Good morning. How was your night?” She asked her slowly and looked down. She still wasn’t too sure about Emry’s mom and didn’t want her to know it either.
Tulay looked at Eleanor and gave a small wave to her. “Good morning. How was your night?” She asked her slowly and looked down. She still wasn’t too sure about Emry’s mom and didn’t want her to know it either.
"A little restless," the older woman admitted and went to the counter to get herself a cup.
Tulay nodded her head. “Was something bothering you?” She asked her slowly and started to tap her fingers on the table.
Eleanor sighed a little. "Well, you know... everything that happened yesterday."
Tulay nodded her head and got up to get a cup. “Look, these are mine and Emry’s misssions, not yours.” She told her as politely as she could. “Don’t work yourself up too much over it.”
Eleanor looked at her. "...I'm not. I want him out of that coven and away from that woman, sure. She has no right to hurt him like that. But what really upset me was... that he put that spell on me," she said softly and looked down at her coffee. "...I hate the thought that my own son doesn't trust me."
Tulay sighed and bit her lip. “I made him put the spell on you. I don’t trust you.” She told her honestly. “You were way too calm when you learned my secret and you kept pushing me for answers about the coven.” She said and stood up. “So stop asking questions and mind your own business.”
Eleanor frowned. "Mind my business? Girl, as long as you are around my son, you are my business. What are you accusing me of? Worrying about my son's safety? You have a lot to learn as a mother if you find that odd."
Tulay looked at her as her lips started to quiver. “You have never ever liked me!” She shouted and started to cry. “Are you a hunter?” She then asked her quietly. She started to sniffle at the last statement. “I am a damn good mother!”
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