An Introduction
*the girl's hands are restless, tumbling thin red threads between her fingers, forming random patterns, some sort of meaningless children's game*
Hello, gentles. I am Clarissant of Orkney. *she tilts her head and twists a thread the same way - suddenly there's knot in it, and if you're the sort who notices such things, you'd notice there's a tug in the air, like a spell coming undone* I imagine you likely haven't heard of me. I prefer it that way. But, as such things are important for politeness, and my brother is a cursed stickler for that particular virtue, I'll tell you that I'm the youngest child of Morgause and Lot, and their only daughter.
Yes, I do take after Mother, thank you.
*she smiles, suddenly, and there's something about it that is almost shy and hopeful* Hullo, boys. See you're sticking together as always?
Hello, gentles. I am Clarissant of Orkney. *she tilts her head and twists a thread the same way - suddenly there's knot in it, and if you're the sort who notices such things, you'd notice there's a tug in the air, like a spell coming undone* I imagine you likely haven't heard of me. I prefer it that way. But, as such things are important for politeness, and my brother is a cursed stickler for that particular virtue, I'll tell you that I'm the youngest child of Morgause and Lot, and their only daughter.
Yes, I do take after Mother, thank you.
*she smiles, suddenly, and there's something about it that is almost shy and hopeful* Hullo, boys. See you're sticking together as always?