listen as the wind blows from across the great divide [open]

[anna_morcades]

She's recovered from Jaenelle's latest gaffe, and found her way back to her room in a state of strange melancholy. She throws her windows open to the setting sun, and stands there awhile; then falls to pacing.

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[le_desirous]

Sagramore knocks on her door a little while later, very tiredly.

[anna_morcades]

Morgause stops, resting her hands on the back of a chair. "Come in."

[le_desirous]

Which he does. "My lady--" crossing to her and offering his hands.

[anna_morcades]

She takes them readily, drawing him closer. "Sir."

[lesser_son]

Melou is honestly feeling a little sad, after this last visit with Anna, a little sad and a little guilty, and missing her more than he feels is right, and for that reason it seems best to talk to his grandmother--at least he can talk to his grandmother. So he seeks her out.

[anna_morcades]

She turns again from the window as he comes in, offering her hands.

[lesser_son]

Which he accepts for a moment. "Good even, grandmother."

[anna_morcades]

"Art well?"