Sibyl, a newly marked fledgling, bit her lip. She slowly opened her mother's bedroom door, but it creaked.
"Sibyl! What's wrong?"her mother asked from her bed. Sibyl stepped in and, as soon as she saw her, her mother jumped from her cama to examine the new Mark on her forehead. "Sibyl! OhmyGAHD why?!"she demanded in an obnoxious voice. She hugged Sibyl close to her chest.
"Mom... Can't... BREATHE!!!"she wheezed. Her mother released her.
Sibyl's mom was tall and skinny. Her black hair was poofy with little curls on the sides. She had almond-shaped hazel eyes, and so did Sibyl herself.
Sibyl...
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