She has been out, in the spring sunshine, and gathered sprays of new leaves from one plant and another. Back in her room, as the light fades, she stands at her table and strips them from their stems, her movements quick, neat, savage. Halfway through she throws them down again and turns away ( Read more... )

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.

Anna drifts from sleep into darkness. She can feel a draught against her face, and at her back her lover's slim, wiry body, his arm snug about her waist. A rush of warmth fills her, and she shuts her eyes again, leaning back against him. She knows this place, this moment ( Read more... )

Morgause --

[adjective]:

Benevolent to a fault

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So, when Gareth has gone on his way, she gathers herself up and makes her preparation. Then she goes down the hall to Lamorak's room, and taps on the door.

She's in her room this afternoon, sitting by the window -- sewing, as it happens; Morgause has never been the sort of woman who resents needlework as such -- but she's losing interest, and the light is already fading.

She has her own ways of summoning Lamorak. Having done so, after a lapse of some weeks, she waits for him in her room, wrapped warmly against the cold draft.

Another late night, long past midnight. Morgause is leaning on the kitchen counter with her head in her hands. She's wrapped in a dark-green dressing gown, her hair is down in two long dark braids; the kitchen furnishings, designed to modern standards, make her look small and worn.

She lets herself out of Sagramore's room with eyes blazing; the door shuts behind her with a click. The sleek braids of her hair are coming loose, but she pays no heed; she starts down the hallway toward her own room, skirts frothing.