ἡ Κρεσσιδά εὔχεται τὴν ΄Εκάτην. (magikos) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-10-11 11:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ashton hartley, character: cressida hallowfen, location: hydra dorm |
thread: no, you can't (cressida & ashton)
WHO: Cressida Hallowfen & Ashton Hartley
WHEN: Not long after this
WHERE: Cressida's Office, Hydra Dorms
Cressida should have put it together sooner. A golden hind and a dragon in one place was a spell for disaster but a dragon with a serious gold addiction? She mentally berated herself after Micah pointed it out to her and knew that she had to have a word with Ashton before he let his addiction get the better of him and brought the wrath of a fury down upon his head. Not to mention that golden hinds were sacred to the goddess Aretmis. The last thing that anyone wanted to do was piss off the great huntress, though Ashton would have no idea that he angered the goddess until possibly too late. But that was more Cressida's faith speaking than certain knowledge, though to her it was fact. She called Ashton to her office. He was already somewhat cross with her as she spent the night before testing Micah's ability to find witches instead of accompanying him to set wards about his hoard. Not that she would have done it without plans already. Ashton, despite his age, was selfish and overbearing, imposing his will upon others to do as he wished. Part of the mission of St. Margaret's was to help the students learn to function in the world around them. While Ashton only wished to grow strong enough to eventually kill the dragon slayer, he still had two years to hopefully learn what the school was meant to teach him beyond academics. Lord Byron was in another part of the office, sleeping as usual and the low sound of his snoring giving away his current state of rest. He made a small noise, as if waking up, and Cressida moved to the door, opening it to find Ashton there. "Come in," she said neutrally, "and take seat, please." There was no tea there for them, in fact, she'd made sure that there was no gold or anything golden in the room for him to be distracted by. He could go smother himself in his gold later when she put wards about his hoard, but until then, there would only be conversation of gold, and nothing else. |