No siren did ever so charm the ear of the listener... Who: Morrigan and Mark Where: Out and About, Ann Arbor When: 6:45 PM What: A Date
It was silly, she was being ridiculous, being nervous about something as simple as a date. Or so, at least, Morrigan told herself as she caught sight of herself in the mirror.
At over two hundred years old, Morrigan had no illusions of forever or a white picket fence with a happy ending. She hadn't gone out on a date in several years, at the very least, although it was likely nearer to a decade, for that exact reason. The thought had been, when Mark, with his beaming smiles, had asked her, was that she could at least enjoy something in the moment. He had been fun, he and his little patients, and it had been so long since she had really had fun that it was absolutely enticing. Ignoring her better, wiser instincts, she had said yes.
Nervous fingers, if delicate digits could feel emotion, smoothed the front of her dark blue and cream dress as she looked at her reflection for a moment. It was a conscious decision to push aside all but the image of a young redhead, her flaming hair spilling freely over her shoulders, in dark blue and cream with only a pair of white gold earrings as accessories.
Morrigan took a deep breath and let it out with a small smile.