grey_hunter (grey_hunter) wrote in phoenix_flies, |
"Well, then, give me your cup, Xeno." Elegant fingers reached out for the white porcelain and lifted it to the young woman's eyes.
"Can you see anything, love?" Xenophilius' face was alight with excitement.
"Oh dear," Diana breathed, intrigued, surprise lacing her voice. "I think this is the Grim."
Xenophilius' lips came together in a contemplating pout. "Well, that's quite extraordinary! But what-- or who could it mean?"
"Oh, don't worry, darling." Diana smiled serenely at her husband and then looked at the sleeping baby in the crib next to her chair. "I know exactly who it means."