- It is very concerning that Violet doesn’t want to do anything but daydream and hang around butterflies. She is neglecting her duties as a garden brownie, and we, as a family, should intervene, or we’ll become a laughing stock among the community," said Dr. Sorrel while adjusting his monocle.
Poppy nodded, her face full of concern, and her brows furrowed. She has understood her sister, but seen her uncles’ point of view as well.
- Don’t worry, Poppy – chuckled uncle Oleander, also called Acorn for his round belly, - there is no concoction that Bryony cannot prepare. Some fresh, sweet nectar will undoubtedly improve your sister’s mood, heh, heh, heh.
- This girl is simply spoiled, if you ask me – snorted Bryony under her breath – She needs some discipline, not sweets… Moods… pfft, she’s lazy, pure and simple!
Poppy’s frown deepened even further when she whispered:
- Violet is not lazy… she just… just… she’s not made for the regular life of a brownie… for all the garden work, pollination, and babysitting caterpillars… she’s… she’s an artist… a free spirit… the real… Fay…
The silence fell after this revelation as the real Fay was not born to their family in hundreds of years…