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[witchy_rebel]

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.

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[a_lioness]

Alanna almost doesn't hear the knock.

She's in the spare bedroom staring at the mural and trying to stretch, without much luck. Everything feels tight, almost swollen. Her heart is beating far too fast, she's sure, and it brings tears of frustration to her eyes. It will pass, as it always does, but there are moments when she can't stand the changes her body is going through.

The knock finally penetrates her thoughts, and she grumbles as she stands and moves to answer. It's hard to say who or what she might be expecting, but there's a look of utter shock as she pulls open the door.

"Mithros..."

[witchy_rebel]

"I wasn't sure if you would be in, or still living here, but I found the door, you see." Morgan explains in a rush, and for a moment she's the same as before - too tall, too skinny, socially a little awakward even though she has a fey's grace.

And then she smiles, and though it's mostly the same smile, it's the same smile with five years of marriage and motherhood and being loved behind it.

"Hello."

[a_lioness]

"Still here," Alanna murmurs, and the emphasis suggests that won't be the case for too much longer. "Hello, Morgan."

Violet eyes wide, she shifts her weight and smiles nervously, eventually pulling the door open all the way and gesturing inside. Her hand settles on her stomach; it's grown a great deal since the last time Morgan saw Alanna, and it's almost as if the rest of her can't quite keep up.

"...come in," she adds, finally.

[witchy_rebel]

She drifts in, and the golden bangles on her wrist chime. Once in, she turns to face Alanna and her smile turns into a grin.

"How are you?"