A horrid kid from a horrid place in the world, what do you expect really? Girls only have one thing in mind at this age-- terror, or so we thought. The Caelum estate has always been strange and secretive, their daughter isn’t any different. One time sweet, the other sinister.
One time she’d snuck into Mrs. Anastasia’s property and plucked out her prized belladona flowers, leaving an eerie trail of petals in her path. Then you’d find her engage in things such as delivering fresh loaves of bread to the elderly, only to feed the leftover scraps to the wild doves.
“She’s a child” Mr Caelum told the uneasy neighbors “Perhaps a little odd but a child nonetheless” he stopped to catch a glimpse of Magnolia from the wine cellar, her eyes unblinking as she stared back at him.
