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[kassandraloxias]

Kassandra is downstairs.

A copy of The Wind in the Willows dangles half-forgotten from her fingertips as she trails through the bar. She found it somewhere

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[witchy_rebel]

("You...you have wings. Red ones, but...they stumbled. And...there's a girl, with dark hair and eyes that see what others cannot.")

Morgan pauses when she sees Kassandra, pauses and tilts her head more like a bird then a girl, pauses and watches.

[kassandraloxias]

*Kassandra startles. She turns and tries to give a friendly look. She takes out her bits of parchment and begins to study them most intently, shifting one over the other and arranging them again and again.*

I don't have anything for birds today. No crumbs. You should try a field of battle.

Unless you can make maps. Or read maps. I can read, now, you know.

But of this map I am unsure.

[witchy_rebel]

("She doesn't have quite your gift for magics. But yes. Dark hair, and touching the world a little out of synch with everyone else, and -")

She smiles back, a little, because her mother taught her to be polite even if she didn't teach right from wrong. Tall girl, thin girl, pregnant girl in a Roman dress with no shoes.

("You remind me of her.")

"I can read. But no one taught me how to read map. I'm sorry." Morgan says, her soft voice lilting a little.

[kassandraloxias]

It is all right. There can be food, if you want any. This place -- mostly -- it gives me things I need.

It is a pity you cannot help me with my map. I thought you might have seen the way.

No one else seems to know the way I want. Or maybe I do not remember asking anyone else.

*She sighs, a little sadly.*

It is what I need the map for. To go. And get everything back.

[witchy_rebel]

She flinches, a little, and flushes.

"I can't. See things different - splintered and fractured with time and space moving. I can't...I cannot help, not seeing. Magic and spells, I can, but..."

"Can't see the way for me, can't see it for anyone else, either. Fell too much."

[kassandraloxias]

I am sorry for you.

*And she means it. Kassandra seldom feels things like 'sorry', but she does.*

If I find my way back there, maybe I will find a piece of you, and bring it back. For your children.

[witchy_rebel]

Morgan's wide, too-dreamy grey eyes flick to her face.

"Can't find them all...Thank you, if you can."

Children, children, for your children...

[kassandraloxias]

*Kassandra toys with the black feather tied at her wrist.*

What happened to you? Was there a war? When you fell.

*she takes off a cloak, from among her many odd garments, and hands it to the girl.*

It is not cold here. Perhaps it is cold where you were. You take this; if I have need, I will find another.

[witchy_rebel]

Morgan takes the cloak, and holds it close.

"Always war. Romans went away because the barbarians wanted it, but then they came to Britannia. Decades of war, still goes on - they want, we fight. But then there is civil war, and my father was slain. Slain so Uther Pendragon could take my mother." She bites her ragged bottom lip.

"She was angry - shouldn't kiss Arthur, shouldn't have his son. So, she took the whip and that's when I fell into splinters."

[kassandraloxias]

I think my mother had no love for me, either. But she did not beat me, even when I went mad.

No one here has a whip. And no one here cares what man's son you bear.

It is a good place to stay. If you have need of protection, go to my lord Crowley and I think he will reduce to fine cinders whoever is troubling you.

[witchy_rebel]

A little smile.

"I like him. Not as bright as the pretty fallen star, but kinder, I think. My brother and mother are on my world...I stay here until my son is born, and then go and see what I can do. Have the Green Knight's protection, though, from my lord Dream's self."

[kassandraloxias]

Do you know my lord of dreams, then? Be careful you do not walk too long in his woods. He is kindly, perhaps, but he is not safe. That is not in his nature.

Why do you call my lord Morningstar fallen? Is that a trick of speech in your country?

[witchy_rebel]

I had to walk in his woods. Two months and a few days. For my son, you see. And the other children whom my brother would kill. They offered me shelter, when I needed it. Another few months."

Then she frowns in thought.

"Perhaps it is - too long among the Christians. He let down the fire in his mind, just a bit. Saw you, and I reminded him of you. But also saw his red wings stumble, and fall."

[kassandraloxias]

...Maybe I knew.

*She thinks on this, hard, for a moment.*

No one is pursuing you any more, are they? You are... safe?

[witchy_rebel]

Quietly,

"Aye. Safe, here. But home is home."

[kassandraloxias]

Home passes away, poor girl. And yet I wish you no more and no worse than a safe, soft place to rest, among friends.