Faith Morgan (feyqueen) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-08-31 22:10:00 |
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Current mood: | accomplished |
queen's move.
In her sunlit office, with its wide windows and dark sleek furnishings, Morgan listens. All through her lives she's been waiting for the signal, the inward voice that would tell her the battle was joined. When Nimue awakened, she was aware; and since then she has bent all her spare attention toward that awareness, listening silently. She's learned what she could from listening, and then made inquiries.
Britannia. How precious!
She knows Nimue is listening for her as well. But Nimue, poor darling, is playing by the rules; she's limited by her single lifetime's worth of memories, by her young man's mind, clouded with temper and sawdust and sex.
Particularly that last, Morgan suspects, at the moment.
She opens her eyes, reaches for the phone.