Aurora fiddled with the sleeve of her new sweater. It was black with little purple bats. Sister Imperator kept casting skeptical glances at her. “I’m sorry,” Sister Imperator interrupted, “but is there a reason she is here?” She motioned to the little blonde thing sitting at her son’s feet.
Copia looked up from his robe fitting. “Her name is Aurora,” he said, looking to Aurora with a smile as she looked up at him. “Yes,” he cooed, “you’re learning your name, aren’t you, little one?”
“But why is she here, darling?” Sister asked louder.
“She is still learning how to make words,” Copia stated. “I thought if she were around more adults, that might prompt her along.”
“The others all learned from their older siblings…”
Copia dismissed the seamstress with a nod of his head. He waited until the door closed with a click before he spoke. “They’re not all the same, Mother,” he said flatly. “Not that I expect you to recognize that,” he added under his breath. “Cirrus needed extra help,” he continued. “If you remember, Cumulus went through a spell of just anticipating her needs.”
“You’re babying them.”
“I fail to see why that is a bad thing,” Copia shrugged.
Just as Sister Imperator began to open her mouth to chastise her son, Aurora sat up a little straighter. She stretched out her arm and waggled the sleeve, that was far too long for her little body. “Scratchy!” she declared.
Inktober 2023, Prompt #22: SCRATCHY
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