The moth don't care when he sees the flame... Who: Morgause and OPEN Where: A coffee shop somewhere in Manhattan When: Early afternoon Rating: TBD
Anna sat, sipping black coffee, and pretending to read the paper. In truth, she could care less about anything that might be in the Times, but it was a handy way to sit and think without looking like she was simply staring into space. She'd done enough thinking alone in her apartment, and now she wanted to sit and think where there were people around.
She was thinking about Gaheris. About the selkie. About how to handle Mordred. About how one pulls a heist on a major museum in a major city without making it look like a silly caper. She was thinking about ways to best use what power she had. Things in the modern age were no more complicated than they had been in her youth (her real youth), but the concerns were different. They were complicated in new ways.
And so she sat, sipped her coffee, and looked somewhat less than fully engaged with the newspaper.