You step this way and that, turn here and walk five paces there and before her long hair and red silk skirts have time to settle, Morgan is knocking on Alanna and Adam's door.

It's been five years, after all. And you should always visit your friends.

Mordred is very happy. He's in a sling, and there is Outside and Mama and Barty and Outside! Morgan's mood is subject to more discussion, but she seems happy enough as she leads Barty to the stables.

It's summer, and is actually starting to act like it. Good for the warm weather, but...

Well, Morgan's not thinking about leaving.

Morgan's door is shut.

There is no screaming.

There is...

Singing. Morgan's soft, lilting soprano, singing something indistinct but with all the earmarks of a lullaby.

Mordred had been born at night, the early hours after midnight. Maybe three maybe four, in the end it doesn't really matter. The day is important, not the time. Both had quickly fallen asleep, her arm curled around the baby's body and holding him close. She had been protective before he was born, she was not about to stop now that he was even more ( Read more... )

Nothing to do, but wait. Wait alone with a snake and a book, because this is women's business and men shouldn't be around, even though she's a girl and Barty's a boy, really, not his son and she has her pride and he can see after, after it's all settled and

that hurt

no, not hurt, felt weird and she's put the book down and is standing, hands ( Read more... )

It's windy outside, nothing like it was during the blizard but Morgan is still wearing her trenchcoat and Ravenclaw scarf.

She's also walking by the lake, holding hands with Barty. The girl is quiet, though, quiet and just a little bit withdrawn.

She could never understand how Anna-Morguese could love the Scottish winter but tt is, slowly, beginning to warm up. Thus, Morgan's outside. What she should be doing is brushing Epona, and apologizing for not really being comfortable riding her at the moment ( Read more... )

Milli-icon request:

Rebecca Gray: 'witchy', black hair. A bit too old, too polished, 'mean' face.

Juliana Marguiles: No - a very good Morgaine, but not MORGAN.

Helena Bonham Carter: fey face, but brown hair, brown eyes, and 'Helena Bonham Carter'.

Other:

Lonneke Engel: Witchy, fey looking - attractive, 'not quite there'. Lots of pictures - ( Read more... )

The next morning, Morgan wakes early and goes to talk to Barty's mother. She's taken some pains with her appearance - wearing shoes, and her long hair has been brushed and braided, but that's it. Her dark green dress is as nice it's always been- velvet and expensive, but with the wear that a princess would have having found a good, comfortable ( Read more... )

Morgan's been worried - a twisting, unpleasant worry that she isn't used to. Worry about her unborn son had always been sharp and immediate, but this was...different. A worry tinged with jealousy, if she could soul-search. But it's hard to soul-search when your mind is fractured, so Morgan just worries and listens for Barty's steps in the hallway ( Read more... )