Firefly Ravine "Speak", the queen said

The yelp had taken her by surprise, but she'd been far too wrapped up in her goals to have responded to it. She had to get her child speaking properly, to honour all of the Gorgons that had come before them. The apology was noted, as was the lowering of her ears once she'd sat down. Clearly the girl was learning to listen, so that was something. Yet, it was not the same as speaking. It was the mother's wish for her daughter to talk with eloquence, to showcase the silver tongue that had been worked into her genes eons prior to her conception. And so her second attempt was listened to, the intensity of Sen's gaze lessening in the process. "That's better, but not good enough," was her reply, however. "D–arc." As the word was spoken, it'd come out slowly. With the word having been drawn out, she'd hoped that the child would be able to understand it better, and then repeat it back effortlessly.

The workings of a child's mind were something that Sen could not understand. She'd never been around children so young before, and so the rate at which they were meant to develop was lost on her. She knew only the workings of her own mind, as well as the other Gorgons, and so there was nothing that could be done about her insistent demands.