listen as the wind blows from across the great divide [open]

[anna_morcades]

She's recovered from Jaenelle's latest gaffe, and found her way back to her room in a state of strange melancholy. She throws her windows open to the setting sun, and stands there awhile; then falls to pacing.

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[lesser_son]

Melou is honestly feeling a little sad, after this last visit with Anna, a little sad and a little guilty, and missing her more than he feels is right, and for that reason it seems best to talk to his grandmother--at least he can talk to his grandmother. So he seeks her out.

[anna_morcades]

She turns again from the window as he comes in, offering her hands.

[lesser_son]

Which he accepts for a moment. "Good even, grandmother."

[anna_morcades]

"Art well?"

[lesser_son]

Melou hesitates. "I--I have a trouble."

[anna_morcades]

"Come, sit." She guides him toward the chairs by the window.

[lesser_son]

He follows along dutifully, and sits down, clasping his hands between his knees.

[anna_morcades]

"There," brushing her hand over his hair before seating herself across from him. "Tell me, sweet."

[lesser_son]

"I met a girl, a child, a few months past, and liked her well. We spoke, that's all, of her, and I showed her the garden and the fountain. I thought she had died because she was here, but she disappeared. And--to-day she came again, but she wasn't a child any longer, she was a maiden. And she had remembrance of me."

[anna_morcades]

Morgause frowns slightly, leaning on the arm of the chair.

[lesser_son]

"And I was glad to see her," quietly. He looks more sad than mournful just now. "And we walked, and spake, and then I kissed her. I should not have done so. I have a lady I would marry. I gave disrespect unto my lady, and that lady, that I made bold when I had another promise to keep."

[anna_morcades]

Why does this sound familiar?

She studies him for a moment. "And now?"

[lesser_son]

"I would she was still here, and I'm glad she isn't. What says that of me?"

[anna_morcades]

Morgause leans back in her chair with a little sigh. "Thou'rt young," she says gently. "Full young, and may be allowed a little folly."

[lesser_son]

"She spake so sweetly." He looks down at his hands. "And was older, and, I think, wiser, than my lady is."

[anna_morcades]

"Ay." Softly, understanding.