Short log
Who: Penny and Crawford
When: Early afternoon
Where: Around the village
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: None
Summary: Penny hears things and goes to meddle
In a community this small it was hard not to hear things, harder still when you could feel the ripples through your skin. It was now that it had been going on long enough that she was going to interfere though. Walking up to the dark haired man, the mantle of fate wrapped around her, Penny rapped him on the shoulder. "We need to talk."
Crawford lowered his book and shut it with a snap. He turned, looking over his shoulder. "May I help you?" He asked rather dryly. He was tired of people bothering him. He was waiting until the right time for him to go see his subordinate.
The witch looked down at him black cat perched firmly on her shoulder. "Yes. You may." The witch gave him a stern look pulled out a long piece of string absently setting up a cat's cradle on her fingers.
"What can I help you with then? I rather like the quiet and you are distrupting it," Crawford asked with an annoyed tone to his voice. His dark eyes where narrowed on the woman in front of him.
"Then quiet shall you have," Penny said weaving the cat's cradle back and forth on her fingers. "The threads of Fate shall be silent to you until you learn manners."
The Oracle rose to his feet, knuckles turning white as he clutched the book tightly in one hand. "What are you doing?"
"My job," Penny replied primly as she twisted the threads of Fate around her fingers. "You have abused that which is mine. I don't take kindly to that."
"I have nothing to do with your world, nor do I believe in your gods. You should have no right." He snarled.
"This is not about gods. This is about Fate, and you have upset her," Penny said binding the threads in the cats cradle. "As for rights, you have none to see into my web."
"I do not care who I have upset. I do not believe in this Fate you speak so highly of. You are meddling in affairs you have no place in." Crawford was uneasy. He may have usually relied on his premonitions to see things, but nothing beat intuition. And this woman, with what she was doing. It made him uneasy.
"You do not believe in that which stands in front of you. Pity," Penny said finishing her weaving. "Well, from now on that is all you will see. Merely the present, at least until you learn some manners." Taking her weaving, Penny walked away.
That didn't sound good and Crawford did not like it. He twitched slightly, but felt oddly relaxed. For the first time in a while, he was not bombarded by images... Maybe... Crawford shook his head and then turned to go find somewhere else that was peaceful and quiet.
When: Early afternoon
Where: Around the village
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: None
Summary: Penny hears things and goes to meddle
In a community this small it was hard not to hear things, harder still when you could feel the ripples through your skin. It was now that it had been going on long enough that she was going to interfere though. Walking up to the dark haired man, the mantle of fate wrapped around her, Penny rapped him on the shoulder. "We need to talk."
Crawford lowered his book and shut it with a snap. He turned, looking over his shoulder. "May I help you?" He asked rather dryly. He was tired of people bothering him. He was waiting until the right time for him to go see his subordinate.
The witch looked down at him black cat perched firmly on her shoulder. "Yes. You may." The witch gave him a stern look pulled out a long piece of string absently setting up a cat's cradle on her fingers.
"What can I help you with then? I rather like the quiet and you are distrupting it," Crawford asked with an annoyed tone to his voice. His dark eyes where narrowed on the woman in front of him.
"Then quiet shall you have," Penny said weaving the cat's cradle back and forth on her fingers. "The threads of Fate shall be silent to you until you learn manners."
The Oracle rose to his feet, knuckles turning white as he clutched the book tightly in one hand. "What are you doing?"
"My job," Penny replied primly as she twisted the threads of Fate around her fingers. "You have abused that which is mine. I don't take kindly to that."
"I have nothing to do with your world, nor do I believe in your gods. You should have no right." He snarled.
"This is not about gods. This is about Fate, and you have upset her," Penny said binding the threads in the cats cradle. "As for rights, you have none to see into my web."
"I do not care who I have upset. I do not believe in this Fate you speak so highly of. You are meddling in affairs you have no place in." Crawford was uneasy. He may have usually relied on his premonitions to see things, but nothing beat intuition. And this woman, with what she was doing. It made him uneasy.
"You do not believe in that which stands in front of you. Pity," Penny said finishing her weaving. "Well, from now on that is all you will see. Merely the present, at least until you learn some manners." Taking her weaving, Penny walked away.
That didn't sound good and Crawford did not like it. He twitched slightly, but felt oddly relaxed. For the first time in a while, he was not bombarded by images... Maybe... Crawford shook his head and then turned to go find somewhere else that was peaceful and quiet.