Timkat

[thesunbird]

It's Timkat, and discouraging in spades that no celebration can be made, here in this apparently foreign country where there's no one he knows except Athena and the Impostor. There's no feast, no baptism, and neither Turunesh nor Ras Meder nor Candake

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[anna_morcades]

Morgause pauses in the doorway, watching him silently for a few moments before she speaks. "Well, young sir."

[thesunbird]

"Grandmother!" He looks up.

[anna_morcades]

She smiles. "How dost thou?"

[thesunbird]

"Cold." A small smile. "How are you?"

[anna_morcades]

"Oh, the same." A sympathetic grimace, and she comes a little further in. "Tiresome weather."

[thesunbird]

"Is this how it is in Britain?"

[anna_morcades]

"Sometimes."

[thesunbird]

"Mostly it's warm all the time at home."

[anna_morcades]

"That must be pleasant." She comes over to look at the scrap under his hand. "What's this?"

[thesunbird]

"A lion. Menelik."

[anna_morcades]

"Ay?"

[thesunbird]

"The Emperor let me raise Menelik, but I lost him when I came here."

[anna_morcades]

She reaches out then to run a hand over his hair, not with curiosity, but gently. "I am sorry."

[thesunbird]

He leans his head back to look at her face. "Thank you."

[anna_morcades]

She looks back, quietly wry. "Why's that?"

[thesunbird]

A shrug.