Faith Morgan (feyqueen) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-12-29 00:00:00 |
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[attn: Meghan]
It takes a little time before she's ready to move; surprisingly little time, all the same. A few arrangements, a few phone calls, a few forgeries: what money can't accomplish, magic can. A little before the new year, Margaret Cornish moves in.
The house is deceptively modest, equally distant from the lake front and the center of town, screened by woods and a drystone wall. It's already furnished, which was a selling point; Morgan doesn't have the time to decorate, but neither has she any intention of being uncomfortable. Bedrooms, baths, the fireplace purely for atmosphere, the kitchen stocked, the linens fresh.
In the morning she dresses carefully: sedate, sophisticated, a little older than her years. She combs out her hair -- it hasn't been this long since Faith was fourteen, and she pauses a moment to admire the effect. Lastly she touches fingertips to the immaculate glass, and whispers something that hangs in the air like smoke.
Then, armored, she heads into town.