{ crossing the streams } all your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind

[ladyquietude]

The opportunity to have a private conversation with Morgana doesn't come as swiftly as she'd like- not when there are so many things to attend to, around the girl's visit and everything else. First her presence must be explained; interrupted by Marpesia on their way upstairs, Petra is forced to think on her feet and god bless her daughters for

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[magicalskeptic]

Since arriving in Deira, there has been a flurry of activity -- a relative which Morgana now knows to look out for, and watching Petrana smoothly explain away the newest arrival. Since everything said was a lie, all Morgana can take come from the conversation is that the woman is not trustworthy

[ladyquietude]

"Not to worry," she assures her, sitting down on one of the sofas and releasing the kitten. (She visibly has no particular desire to hold onto it, but she isn't unkind - merely resigned to the presence of cats in her home, rather than particularly pleased about it.) "Now, this little madam is for you. My lord has so many cats that I feel certain he won't mind if you'd like one for your own, and I thought it'd make a suitable welcome."

[magicalskeptic]

Now, Morgana likes clothing -- nay, she loves clothing, and Uther was nothing if not generous when it came to his ward's love of them. It was so much easier than offering anything else. The clothing provided by Petrana are exquisite, even by Morgana's standards.

The chambers are beautiful and the promise of shelter is desperately appreciated. Despite that, the little gray kitten, almost silvery in the right light, will be what Morgana remembers most about the first few hours in Deira. Taking a moment, she sits on the opposite end of the couch, and holds out her hand, waiting for the kitten to be curious enough to come to her. When it does, she gently picks it up, cuddling it as gently as one would a newborn. "She is beautiful."

There's a pitiful mewling from the kitten. "Yes, I am talking about you, little one." There's an unrestrained grin at Petrana.

"You have been so wonderful to me."

[ladyquietude]

"It pleases me to be," she says, in an offhand sort of a way- while her own daughters are largely raised by their nurse, with their mother an affectionate authority who spoils them a little more than she really should, they're safe in the certainty she loves them both. Petra may not be an ideal parent or influence, but her warmth and easy generosity are hard to deny. "There are a great many things about Gatas that we'll have to discuss, but for now we have some time to ourselves and we ought to take it."