☩This is a gift, it comes with a price. Who is the lamb and who is the knife?☩

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana is sitting in the great room of the Mare, watching out the window.  As she is alone, she is permitting herself a moment of visible nerves.  Veda is currently enjoying the results of this, as she is in a cuddling mood.  At no point, does Morgana find the dark humour that for someone who would be put to death at home, she has fulfilled an age old stereotype: a witch who owns a cat.

Still, she starts when she hears a noise in the main hall, though Veda isn't the least bit concerned.  The front door opens, and then closes again. The heaviness from the door echoing in the great room. She watches Miss Singh take her leave for the day.  Morgana is pleased with the young woman, (though only a year or two younger than the proprietress, Morgana, being in charge, feels much older) and there is a fleeting thought that it is unfortunate she will be unable to introduce her to Miss Maclay.  Miss Singh takes a shortcut towards the stables, leaving footprints in the snow, as if little confident markers to her destination.

Morgana has lit a candle and put it in the window, a suggestion from the awaited guest.

[OOC: backdated to the second week in December, because that's when this was supposed to go up!]