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[Zendella Smythe]

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They had a home in Caina and the strange effects of this land had worked their magic upon the babe.....
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She now had the look of a two year old, her dark curls falling about her face and her pale skin gleaming like the cold snow outside. Zendella was a treasure, a tiny treasure to her mother. Her small hands clasped her mothers and her tiny feet silently walked upon the floor as if she was not even there.

It was as if young Zendella, made no sound except that which she intended. Twas an eerie feeling at times the mother got around the girl, as the silence that surrounded her was deep. Wisty was concerned, her daughter had not spoke, not a word, and Wisty was uncertain. Surely a word? Maybe mother? or Father?

Yet, there were moments when Zendellas soft Violet eyes stared up at her mother a mist veiling them slowly. Wisteria knew not what to do by all respects the child was healthy.

The morning dawned like any other and Wisteria's head turned towards the door. She and Zendella had been doing many things every day, always on the move and busy, she wanted to show her young daughter the world. Yet this morning was different as she heard a small voice wafting from the next room. Opening the door Wisty stood marveling at young Zendella her voice pure and clear. So pure, so clear ,like a knife it felt as if her voice cut thru the air.

Surely enough, she saw a strange haze upon Zendellas eyes once more, and she frowned as it seemed the more the girl sang the more distant her eye color grew.

For some reason it seemed the more she sang the quieter the birds outside grew...It bothered Wisty, it didnt seem Natural...