WHO Marcie, Hecate, later Kaden WHEN early Monday morning WHERE the Enodia WHAT Marcie has plans for her and Kaden WARNINGS not much
Marcie knew Kaden wasn’t sleeping. Even though he tried to be quiet when he slipped out of bed, Marcie slept light these days. Every movement was a spark that zapped her awake, although she didn’t move. She let him walk, because he seemed to need that, and what else was she going to do?
He wasn’t any worse than before, but he wasn’t much better either. He paced the hotel like a caged animal, not talking much to her. He hadn’t asked her anything about Tragos’ death yet. Marcie wasn’t upset about that, but she knew one day that he would, and she would have to be honest and end up breaking his heart to hear of it. He deserved the unabridged truth, but he would have to ask. She couldn’t bring herself to offer, even if the waiting for the question was a line of tension right through her.
She had been texting Much quite a bit. It was good to have a friend outside to talk to, someone who could offer a funny take on things and make her smile. She tried not to text him when she was with Kaden, though. Somehow it felt like an invasion and an impropriety to do that. Kaden just needed to much of her, and she couldn't begrudge that. She just couldn't.
But the idea to take Kaden home to Wisconsin with her had taken hold quite firmly. She was convinced it was a good idea, and it would be better for Kaden to not be penned in while he was stuck in New York. She felt bad for him, being in the hotel while she got to leave, and go back to her apartment, and go shopping, and visit people. Not many people, but the few friends she had.
Hecate would have to be convinced. Marcie rose early. Kaden had been off on his rambles for a long time last night before she'd heard him come in, that she knew he would sleep into the morning and give her time to talk to the goddess in peace. She found her out on the rooftop garden in the early morning sun, watering plants before the heat of the day could suck the water out of the soil.
"Hi," Marcie said, announcing herself as she stepped out into Hecate's space. She always felt like she should be a little more deferential to her, considering what she was capable of, but she'd tried a "my lady" once and been told kindly but firmly that that wasn't necessary. So, just a greeting, and then finding a wooden bench to sit on, and look around at the glory of nature that Hecate had cultivated up here. The silence sat comfortably, Marcie content to let it rest until Hecate wanted to speak.