Otter Creek Sister, sister

An amused smile crossed Potema's face. Don't be upset by it; everyone offends me in one way or the other. She quipped sardonically, a snort accompanying her words. The white witch noticed how her smaller, darker sister was observing her. Her eyes seemed so intelligent and curious at the same time — almost like her when she was young she supposed. Potema wondered what Meldresi would have thought of Kendra, but quickly pushed the thoughts of her mother aside. She had already reminisced enough about her mother.

So, tell me: what has happened since I left? Potema wanted as much information as could get before she strode back into her childhood home. She didn't like to be uninformed.