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Tweak says, "Eat at Joe's"

Morgause (blondevil) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-01-30 11:52:00

Entry tags:

!open, harry dresden, mordred lot, morgause

WHO: Morgause (and Mordred) and Open
WHEN: Early morning
WHERE: Near the lake
WHAT: Searching for herbs/plants
Ratings: TBD
STATUS: Open/Incomplete

Morgause had never felt more useless in her life than she had recently. Every spell she had tried so far had not helped Morgana at all. She was her elder sister and held magic much stronger than her, and yet not once had she found the correct incantation or potion to help her sight. But Morgause had never been a quitter. And she wouldn’t stop until she found a way to cure her little sister. Or at least make this easier on her, give her slightly more freedom. Which was why she left before Morgana woke up to look for plants that she could use for a potion she had not considered using for years. It should hopefully make her other senses even stronger that she wouldn’t need to worry so much if she wanted to move about. Maybe Morgause could even consider leaving her sister’s home so she was able to be near by without having Morgana feel trapped. And even then they could rely on their ability to speak through their minds.

Kneeling by the more soggy part of the water, she pulled out a slightly slimy plant and placed it in a bag. She didn’t mind getting dirty to get the plants. Anything for Morgana. She was probably one of two people she would do anything for; Morgana and Mordred. It was possibly a bad thing, given it wasn’t hidden and others would easily know that they were a way to get to her. But then again, if Morgana or Mordred were harmed, she wouldn’t hold back in her response. Shaking her head, she pushed some of her long blond hair back behind her back and continued pulling at the plants.

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flickum_bickus
2011-01-30 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Harry wasn't exactly a morning person. He wasn't exactly a people person, either, so he liked to go running when there would be less pedestrian traffic around. Fewer distractions. The better to clear his head.

He was out running that morning with the stray husky that he had recently acquired. He figured it belonged to one of the other residents, and just sort of made the rounds, making friends. He kind of liked the animal--it wasn't nearly as large as the last dog he'd owned, but he liked the idea of having a pet around for Maggie. He planned to bring it over to visit her later, after they'd run off some energy.

The lake was a perfect place. The water grounded some of his own excess energy. The trees dispersed some of the cloud of grouchiness around the wizard as he wove his way around and through them. He hadn't really expected to see a woman kneeling by the shoreline, but it caught his curiosity. She definitely appeared to be gathering something.

He slowed down, shaking out his shield bracelet with a jingle of silver and copper charms, hoping his approach wouldn't startle her too badly.

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thedruidboy
2011-01-30 07:49 pm UTC (link)

Mordred darted out from a little way away, more than comfortable amidst the trees and water - it reminded him of the woods and forests he'd been raised in. It was nice, with everything else that was changing around here, to be somewhere that felt familiar. Clutching a bundle of plants, he darted easily over the soggy grass to pass them over to his blonde aunt, stepping aside to let her put them into her bag. *There's more over there* he told her, silently pushing his words into her head. *Do we have enough?*

Then he turned, suddenly, his startlingly blue eyes fixating on the dog that had arrived with a newcomer, intruding into the peace of the clearing. Mordreds tongue darted out to wet dry lips. The man had magic, he could feel it flowing from him. Not magic like his own or Morgause's, but still magic. If he wanted he could speak into his head, look inside and find out what was happening. But Morgana had been telling him it was rude to do that without permission, so instead he took a careful step forward and away from Morgause, looking shyly up at the stranger. He seemed very tall to Mordred. And his magic seemed very... loud.

"Is that your dog?" he managed, his voice incredibly soft and quiet. Mordred didn't like talking out loud when he could help it.

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blondevil
2011-01-30 11:57 pm UTC (link)

*We could never have enough, Mordred. Everything we can find, keep*

She could sense something and not just Mordred's startle. Standing, her hand went to the hilt of her sword at her waist, eyeing the man before her. Despite her magic, she still found herself relying so much on her sword if she could. There was something more thrilling about the use of a sword to injure than her magic. But that didn't mean she wouldn't.

*Mordred, careful*

She didn't know what this man was capable of and she would not risk it. It was something she had to put upon Mordred, he trusted some too easily. His youth failed him there. She didn't speak, not yet. Just waited until she got a proper idea of the man before her.

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flickum_bickus
2011-01-31 02:49 am UTC (link)

Harry's magic wasn't exactly subtle, nor was his presence of well over six feet. Still, he did his best to appear nonthreatening as he glanced from the boy to the woman, spreading his hands--empty of anything but the dog's leash--in a gesture of peace.

"His name is Hike. I'm just looking after him for a while. He belongs to a friend--a lady named Tessa," he said, offering the boy a half smile. He could sense something about these two as well. He didn't even have to shake their hands to know there was magic about. "My name is Harry Dresden."

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thedruidboy
2011-01-31 08:08 am UTC (link)

Mordred had glanced around when Morgause spoke into his head, but then quickly nodded and turned back, approaching the dog carefully and letting it nuzzle his hand. A rare smile quirked at the edges of his mouth as the animal ran a pink, rough tongue over his wrist and arm. He glanced up at the man as he did so. "I'm Mordred," he replied cautiously, knowing the kind of reaction that name tended to draw from people. "That's Morgause. She's my aunt."

She wasn't, they weren't technically related in any way. But Morgana had become Mordred's mother in every way but blood, and in the nine-year olds mind that made the blonde woman his aunt. And he loved them both as much as if they had been his real family. It was nice, having them here. Mordred hadn't had anyone this consistant since his Father had been executed just over a year ago. The dark haired boy looked back down at the animal before him.

*You have magic?* he asked. And this time he didn't bother using his mouth, pushing the words in to sound inside Harry's head. Just to see what would happen.

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blondevil
2011-01-31 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Morgause simply nodded when the other man spoke, still on edge. She wasn't one for relaxing unless she was positive it was safe, especially with Mordred here. Without him here she probably would be fine knowing she only had herself to protect. But she wasn't feeling anything too strange from him, and she had to admit she was intrigued. A man who gave off a strong magic vibe was surely worth getting to know.

"That's kind of you," Morgause commented when she felt she had been silent too long, talking about his taking care of the dog. But that didn't really say much about him. A man could take in a dog and still not be trustworthy. She had to wait, she knew Mordred would probably not willingly leave. He was always curious when it came to magic, something she liked to push when she knew he wasn't risking anything.

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flickum_bickus
2011-02-01 12:19 am UTC (link)

Mordred. Harry recognized the name, of course, and the legends it conjured up. He understood that the boy would be quite powerful one day. Probably already was. But watching him, here and now, that smile playing across his face as the dog licked his hand, he didn't see the warlock that most people would see. Harry just saw a boy. And in a way, he saw himself.

A boy with strong magic, yes, but still only a boy. Mordred still had a lifetime of potential ahead of him. Who knew what he could become, under a different set of circumstances. Harry certainly wasn't going to judge him. After all, Harry knew what it was like to have people cringe, and cry 'warlock' at the mention of his name. He knew how it felt to have them automatically assume the worst.

He blinked in surprise as he heard--or had he felt?--Mordred's words inside his head. It had been a while since anyone had spoken directly into his mind. It shouldn't have surprised him, though, considering the looks that had passed between the boy and his aunt. He nodded, extending his own magical senses, and reaching out and tentatively brushing up against that tendril of thought. *It runs in the family.*

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