[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Athanasia gave a wide smile though her dark eyes glittered with a worrisome intent for those who knew her. Trouble was brewing in the little girl's mind and it would not bode well for those that it was meant for. [color=SlateBlue]"Oh, la! Now that is a challenge Arthur dear. How many questions can I come up with on a pegasus-"[/color] She frowned slightly.[cokor=SlateBlue]"What is the plural for pegasus? Pegasis? Pegasuses? Pegaponies?"[/color] It had never come up and if her mother had mentioned it Athanasia had quite forgotten.

But her gaze flashed on her to Kristin and Mary, narrowing slightly. [color=SlateBlue]"I'm a child yes, but I am not a baby. Nor do I require some babysitter."[/color]  The pale girl smiled sweetly. [color=SlateBlue]"I can understand that may get confusing with fighting monsters all the time. But I am ten, a bit over the age of needing a sitter."[/color] Yes! Athanasia was perfectly capable to watch herself. That her mother left her with a bit of help was beside the point! They were really only there for when she couldn't reach things. Maybe not, but it was the story she was sticking to! Baby indeed! She was ten! Ten!