§ sarah, storms are brewin' in her eyes. (nopoweroverme) wrote in parabolical, @ 2010-01-05 02:42:00 |
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anyone who saw Sarah that morning might have wondered if she'd been given some wonderful news, with the way she was grinning and all but bouncing around the building during her morning routine. News it was not; instead, it was the person who would be meeting her shortly. Guinevere, the Guinevere, was going to be walking through those doors soon. Objectively, Sarah was likely too old to fangirl anyone and had long ago learned to respect the unique situation of meeting people whom one had previously only known through stories, but her excitement was there just the same. The Arthurian 'myths' had been such a huge part of her childhood – she'd named her dog Merlin as a child and had named her cat Guinevere as an adult, for goodness' sake – so it was hard not to think of the meeting as notable, even if the Guinevere here seemed very humble and likely unaware of how famous she truly was. Sarah wouldn't be the one to break it to her, which was why by the time Guinevere showed up on the outside security monitors, Sarah had composed herself. Tapping a key to notify the system of the arrival, she moved away from the desk and headed in the direction of the door to meet Guinevere. |