cold metal too close to the bone [open]

[anna_morcades]

It's begun to snow, light but steady. Morgause has ensconced herself in one of the theoretically innumerable small sitting rooms, where a good fire is burning. She has sewing by her; clothes for Hero's son, who is going on a year now, out of a gown she wore once and rejected, back when the closets as well as the cupboards were bottomless

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[bravegoewin]

"My lady? Are you Cassandra? Oh--"

Goewin pulls up short in the doorway.

[anna_morcades]

She looks up, coolly. "I am not."

[bravegoewin]

Goewin is caught utterly off guard. She knows, and doesn't know, who this is. She stands staring and silent, clearly poised for flight but stricken with indecision.

[anna_morcades]

Morgause puts the sewing down in her lap: small neat hands, nails trimmed short. "And who are you?" she says, mildly enough.

[bravegoewin]

"Goewin Dragon's Daughter," she says, somewhat defiantly, and at the same time makes a very gracious bow. "I beg your pardon. I was looking for Cassandra, but I don't know her."

[anna_morcades]

That gets a lift of the eyebrows. "Nor do I, I fear." Which is a measure, really, of how seriously she takes Guinevere. "Were you expecting her here?"

[bravegoewin]

She gives a very short laugh. "No, I just know that she's supposed to be sewing! I don't know my way here at all. I've not been here more than a day."

[anna_morcades]

Morgause smiles a bit. "Be welcome, then. Forgive me that I cannot direct you."

[bravegoewin]

"Lady, I--"

She hesitates. "Forgive me, I must be straightforward. It seems to me I know you."

[anna_morcades]

Again the polite raise of eyebrows. "Oh?"

No, she's not going to help.

[bravegoewin]

"Can I aid you?"

[anna_morcades]

"I am well enough, but I thank you for the offer." She leans back a little, with much the same movement as Mordred's a little while ago, easy and graceful and carefully casual. "All this must seem strange to you."

[bravegoewin]

"Aye, but people have been kind to me. And I have a brother here, whom I love, and work to do already, and a queen's hand to guide me, so all shall be well with me. Though you are right, it is strange."

She pauses, and cocks her head a little to one side. "You are angry, my lady?"

She doesn't know Morgause as such; but she does know Morgause.

[anna_morcades]

Morgause blinks at her. "What makes you say that?"

[bravegoewin]

"Your hands, my lady."

[anna_morcades]

She looks at them, and back at Goewin. "Aye?"