Vanna sits, looking stunned, as Cheline speaks slowly.

Cheline: You're a smart little thing, Vanna Lorelai Morena. Far smarter than most.

Cheline continues, mouth downturned.

Cheline: Do you really thing, after all you just heard, that I would have created a HUMAN in my image, and called it my CHILD?

Vanna cowers, sweating.

Vanna: I... I just... thought

Cheline takes the broken pieces of her pipe in one hand. With a flash of flame, she melts it, the blackened metal oozing between her fingers and onto the floor.

Cheline: No, no. You did NOT think. And yet you still spoke. I expected far better of you than to ASSUME, and to ASSAULT me with her memory.

She brings her taloned fingers together at her waist. The fabric covering her forearms begins to flake off, revealing bandages underneath. Small black feathers begin to sprout all over.

Cheline: Every time I have to SPIT her name, I feel ill. And every time a wretched human voice calls upon her to return, my veins WRITHE.