flowers competing for the sun [open]

[anna_morcades]

Morgause is sitting in one of the Mansion's ornate bay windows, with a book open in her lap. She's neglecting it, in favor of frowning out at the muddy gardens with their traces of trodden snow.

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[le_desirous]

Soon enough there's a light step behind her, and Sagramore stands at her shoulder, looking out the window. "Ah, well, it could be better."

[anna_morcades]

"Considerably." She looks up sharply, the gold tassels in her ears swinging. "But you are no judge, I recall."

[le_desirous]

"Am I not? Well, I was born and raised in weather like this."

[anna_morcades]

"Foul enough."

[sonofpellinore]

He is passing the room and she catches his eye from the hall. He pauses, just a moment, because he can't quite help himself, but if she doesn't speak or notice him... he'll likely just go, in a moment.

Because he knows if she looks at him, he'll make a fool of himself.

T: If she doesn't ignore him, it will likely have to wait until I get back from break, but I wanted to put a bookmark in, so to speak.

[anna_morcades]

Well, that's always entertaining.

She turns at the pause in the footsteps, and her dark eyes widen. "Sir."

[sonofpellinore]

"My lady." He bows, and can't help but smile a little. "How are you, this day?"

[anna_morcades]

"Oh, well enough, though I weary of winter." She smiles wryly, glancing back at the window. "And you?"

[lesser_son]

Melou doesn't recognise her--she died long before he was old enough to know her--but he stops and looks at her a little curiously, in his open-mouthed gawking kind of way.

[anna_morcades]

She glances up, frowning; then her expression clears. "Well, boy."

[lesser_son]

"My lady!" shutting his mouth quickly and straightening up.

[anna_morcades]

She frowns again slightly, surveying him. "Ah. You are the other."