"Senior Sister, am I really useless?"
She wrote dejectedly on the paper with her head hung low.
"But you're pretty, and being pretty is justice."
Dorothy replied with a smile.
Audrey: "...."
Boohoo, so you're not even going to argue with me, Senior Sister? I really am useless.
Besides, who could dare claim they're pretty in front of you, Senior Sister?
"Alright, stop overthinking it. People always have things they're good at and things they're not. You don't need to demand omnipotence from yourself all at once; we're witches, after all, and we've got plenty of time in the future to learn and practice. Diligence makes up for lack of skill, but looks—those really can't be honed post-birth."
Dorothy chuckled as she tousled the fluffy wool on her junior sister's sheep form.
Oh yay, the texture is indeed first-rate, second only to my favorite little blanket. Maybe I should knit a wool sweater?
Ahem...
