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Posted on March 3, 2014 at 05:42:06 AM by morgana
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Morgana opened her mouth furiously...before clamping it tightly shut again when she noticed the small black thing Mallos had clamped to his ear. She frowned, tilting her head to one side in an effort to get a better look at what it might be when the Spaniard began to talk into it. Morgana didn’t know much about the Auran church, but she was fairly certain that its leader was not a small shiny black rectangle. It didn’t take her too long to figure out that whatever the thing was it was obviously some sort of communication device. That, combined with Mallos’ unfamiliar tone of voice convinced her that his rather dismissive first utterance had not been directed at her. The rest of his sentence confirmed it, and, feeling a little shamed face, Morgana crossed her right hand across her chest gripping the top of her opposing arm in a sort of one-armed hug. It was not a stance she was prone to, a little too vulnerable, but she was not in the kind of place where such things were important. She knew Mallos, and she knew he cared about her. She glanced at Sperantia as the cat’s paws impacted with the floor with a light thump. The voice on the other end of the communicator thing got suddenly louder, and Morgana could hear almost every word. They were not particularly kind ones. In any other circumstance she might have paid more attention to it, she might even have felt compelled to show some degree of indignation on her father’s behalf. In this case, however, the problems of the largest faerie church on earth seemed nothing short of petty because her family was hurting, and there was nothing more she could think to do to help them. Mallos did not keep her waiting long, but it seemed like an eternity, as if he were making his note on his page in slow motion and she felt impatience bubbling up in her stomach...until he spoke again. Overcome with a sudden urge to run across the room and hug him, Morgana offered him a shaky smile instead her eyes portraying an intense kind of gratitude. It had taken her a lot to come and ask for him help. She wondered if he knew how much; it was not Morgana’s way to ask for help from anyone, especially someone who she expected not to give it. Guilt squeezed at her heart. She had misjudged him, and she felt terrible for it. When Mallos put down the phone, her restraint broke and she marched quickly across the floor before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug as single tear escaped from the corner of her eye. His question made her frown a little, how could he not know? The castle had been in uproar for days, and Arthur had been far from quiet. Pulling back, Morgana looked Mallos straight in the eyes, “Its Tristan,” she explained, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, “in a few hours he’ll have been gone nearly four days! Arthur’s going spare and Nimueh’s a mess. We’ve all been out searching for him, we’ve looked everywhere but there isn’t a trace! Thoth’s missing too, and Mordred found that his boat has gone but we haven’t found that anywhere either.” Taking a deep breath to steady herself she paused, “There’s been no word, nothing, we’ve searched the skies, the sea; you name it, we’ve searched it, and we’re running out of ideas!” A knock came at the door to the chamber, interrupting her from her explanation, and her head whipped round as the squire edged his way anxiously through the door. “Sorry to interrupt, My Lady, Seba'iqer; but the King would like you to come downstairs urgently.” Morgana’s eyes took in the boy’s grave expression and her head whipped around to look at her father again, “Oh, Aura,” she said, thinking the worst, “tell me they haven’t found him...”  |
Replies:
- there's a wise man in every fool. - By mallos March 3, 2014 at 07:38:15 PM
- through the fog and tumbling dark - By arthur March 4, 2014 at 03:50:25 AM
- there's a wise man in every fool. - By mallos March 4, 2014 at 05:46:53 AM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By arthur March 5, 2014 at 11:31:48 PM
- there's a wise man in every fool. - By mallos March 6, 2014 at 03:30:18 AM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By arthur March 5, 2014 at 11:31:48 PM
- there's a wise man in every fool. - By mallos March 4, 2014 at 05:46:53 AM
- through the fog and tumbling dark - By arthur March 4, 2014 at 03:50:25 AM
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