Morgan le Fay (cheat_or_win) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-12-23 01:39:00 |
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Who: Morgan le Fey and Open
Where: The gallery
When: Afternoon
Rating: TBD
It had begun snowing the night before; it still was to-day, picturesquely in some places. Morgan had no qualms with using her Talent for ostensibly petty things, and as a result the snow surrounding the gallery was white and unmelted and had a sparkly quality despite the fact that the day was by definition overcast. One window was filled with a large but tasteful flyer announcing a holiday sale on the work of several artists.
Inside, it was warm and dry and a visitor would be hard-pressed to say what it was about the lights that gave such a wonderful impression of streaked sunlight, but there certainly was one. The paintings, sketches, and sculptures for sale were arranged by genre in multiple well-lit rooms, and a smell of cinnamon and peppermint pervaded. There was at least one sleek, silvery, hypoallergenic cat slinking around.
Morgan herself was ready at the door with programmes, her blue velvet skirts silent as she moved across the hardwood floor. Ideally she would be able to interfere in the life of at least one person to-day.