The forsaken witch found herself sitting against a rough patch of ice. In her hands, was a plain-looking box. She spoke no words. She couldn't. She didn't know what to say. These were the trying times in which Sif would allow Lumia to speak on her behalf.
Such a legend couldn't pass so idly with the wind. The witch absconded, leaving a conversational partner alone in the biting winds. Spiraling up the Witches' spire, Sif halted herself within her cousin's room, staring straight into the glacial wall where past lessons had been carved. So many talks... So many scoldings... So many teachings... How could it all be gone? How could it be left to someone so unfit to take her mantle? She couldn't compare. She never would live up to the name.
"You taught me everything, Lumia. When Mother left me, I stood without guidance, and it was you that formed so much of what stands today. I may have never been good at idle chatter, or relating to you, or sharing what I truly saw you as, but Lumia... You were so much more a mother to me than She ever was. I owe my existence to you. Forgive all my offhanded comments. Forgive my foolish acts for your attention. Forgive all the errors I made that you had to clean up. It feels so wrong... Just to continue existing without your guidance."
"Lumia... I loved you."