{ witch at work }

Oct 23, 2007 22:53

In her high-ceilinged room, by firelight, Morvydd is arranging her small table with tea, biscuits, and the Scrabble board. This done, she tosses another pinch of herbs on the fire and goes to dig out Gaheris wherever he's hiding.

gaheris, work

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littlebetter October 24 2007, 03:06:07 UTC
That would be on the floor in the bedroom, where he is sitting crosslegged with the blankets wrapt around him, turning him into a little mound of fleece and flannel. He's tucked where he can see the door, but he has his eyes closed and seems to be dozing.

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morvydd October 24 2007, 03:16:01 UTC
She crouches on her heels beside him, and touches his shoulder lightly. "Gaheris."

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littlebetter October 24 2007, 03:39:47 UTC
A flinch and a startled cry. "Lady!"

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morvydd October 24 2007, 03:43:35 UTC
"Hush, hush," and she catches an arm around his shoulders. "Awake, coz. Come and have thy tea."

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littlebetter October 24 2007, 03:47:17 UTC
Calming, "I'm sorry," and only that; she knows what he mistook her for. He gets to his feet, shaking off the blankets.

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morvydd October 24 2007, 03:58:38 UTC
Morvydd smiles at him, standing, and goes back out.

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littlebetter October 24 2007, 03:59:36 UTC
He follows her, reaching out to put a hand on her arm as they go. He doesn't mind being touched now, as long as he's aware. He isn't afraid of her at all.

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morvydd October 24 2007, 04:05:42 UTC
"I shall best thee tonight," she says cheerfully, pressing his hand for a moment. "Unless thou wilt cheat with the Latin, in which case I am defenseless."

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littlebetter October 24 2007, 04:06:57 UTC
"It's not a cheat," indignantly. "Language, words, that's the game--dost thou deny it?"

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morvydd October 24 2007, 04:12:35 UTC
"Nay, but the book sayeth, clearly, no foreign words--"

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littlebetter October 24 2007, 04:13:32 UTC
"It's not foriegn. Half the men the world over speak it, it's the tongue they use. They speak it in Britain."

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morvydd October 24 2007, 04:15:13 UTC
"Only when they cannot make themselves understood in their barbarous dialect," with all the mainland British smugness she can muster. Which isn't much.

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littlebetter October 24 2007, 04:16:19 UTC
"Thou dost confess it."

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morvydd October 24 2007, 04:19:25 UTC
"Fie, sir!" She pushes him toward his chair, laughing.

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littlebetter October 24 2007, 04:20:10 UTC
He laughs back, almost easily, unguarded, and swats at her.

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morvydd October 24 2007, 04:22:29 UTC
"Mannerless rogue," batting at his hands. "Sit, sit. Do you play first, since you are so honest."

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