Who: Shaela and Morag What: Morag finds out what happened and bonding ensues Where: Morag's room When: Wednesday evening - late Warnings: Um.... language possibly?
Shaela had avoided crossing paths with Morag most of the day. When Romilda had come over, she'd been in her alcove, studying the Vedas Morag had given her and trying to avoid cheering when Percy had finally written. Still, she tried to avoid being noticed, a servant's best quality, or one of the top three so far as she'd learned.
However, toward the end of the evening, she had to get up, had to move around and she groaned with the effort. Glancing down at herself, she frowned, scabs and bruises marred the skin she had worked so hard not to scar. Well, nothing to be done for it now. It wasn't as if she'd told Percy she had unmarred skin, and she hadn't worn a sari for the auction, so there was no false advertising there either.
Looking up, thinking she was alone, or that Morag had fallen asleep with the lamps on, she paused, staring directly into the eyes of her Miss. Casting her eyes downward, she felt very exposed. "I'm sorry, Miss, I hadn't meant to disturb you."