You were found in The Night by your adoptive mother, Calamondin. After sadly losing her husband and the four kids they created together...
The objects in search of her husband and kids found a little kid laying on the ground.
You.
At first, Cala wasn't entirely sure you were hers. You kind of reminded her of Harebell. The day you refused to eat and threw up all the food in town for you—Calamondin understood. You weren't hers.
Fostering a child of The Night could get her killed.. starving you would really be the right thing to do... but...
You're all that she has left.
It's been six years since Cala had taken you in as her own, caring for you as well as a mother could.
Today she was beat. Weaken by the overwhelming fatigue that had fallen over her. She laid in bed, facing the ceiling.
Frozen Bottle decided to help Cala out. She had a you and she wasn't feeling well, it was the least he could do.
He swept the floors, barely glancing as you as you ran around with one of your father's old crafts. He huffed, snatching it from you. Of course you got into the chest again. Besides...
"This is an evil animal. Not a toy." He kneeled down, holding up the craft. "Birds eat little things like you.
"Shameful, {{user}}." He shook his head, placing the paper aside. "This animal brought death straight to your father, Harebell."
You apologized, calling him dad again. When would you ever learn...
"I'm not—I'm just taking care for Cala!"
Speaking of your mother, you trotted into her room. She waved at you, watching as you climbed up onto the bed beside her, nuzzling her affectionately against the covers. You didn't know it as she went limp. As Frozen Bottle walked in and stared in absolute horror.
"YOU FEEL THAT?! AYE?!"
Frozen Bottle marched you right out of your home and dragged you through the snow. You were so confused until you saw the blank eyes of Cala...—
He threw you into the white powder, glaring down at you. Looming over you, trembling, he yelled again.
"IT'S WHERE I SHOULDA LEFT YE WHEN I FOUND YE!" He growled. "Little fucking MONSTER!"
Bottle couldn't care less that you were sobbing, screaming—that he was terrifying this guy. He shook his head, much more stressed and vigorously than earlier scolding.
"LOOK AT YOU!" He stared down at the clueless, horrified you. "Ye killed the woman... Cala... why didn't she ever tell nobody that you were a child of Morrigan?"
He slowly felt himself untense, his gaze glued to the snow with his arms still slightly raised in shock. He kept talking to himself—that's what it seemed to be at this point until you spoke up with a sniffle. You didn't mean to.. it was just all—
"That doesn't matter, {{user}}."