Its the dead of night, nearly 3 AM, when one of the cat's perks up it's head from where it's lying in Max's lap. And after the first, another and another until each animal is awake and alert, heads turned and all staring at the front of the house. Staring at the door and the windows.
It's only a few minutes later that the door slowly opens, and a small, stumbling figure slips between door and doorframe to lean against the wall as she shuts the door against the night. She's a stark contrast from the well dressed young lady that walked out several hours earlier. Hair askew, dress ripped and dirty, covered with dark patches of dirt and blood. The woman too is dirt-stained, blood-stained. Whats more, there is a bandage of black cloth wrapped around nearly the full length of her left forearm that she's holding close to her chest.
She opens her eyes to candle light, and the gleam of the eyes of nearly a half-dozen cats. And one human sorcerer.
"You should have been in bed long before now mon ami; I did not expect you to wait up." Mara's breath hitches, catches as she speaks soft and low, stumbling over the words. And that's when a tear falls, starts tracing it's way down through the dirt on her face. The first is followed by another, and another, and the faeling drops her head to hide her face from the Merlinian's gaze.
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Date: 2015-02-28 06:14 am (UTC)It's only a few minutes later that the door slowly opens, and a small, stumbling figure slips between door and doorframe to lean against the wall as she shuts the door against the night. She's a stark contrast from the well dressed young lady that walked out several hours earlier. Hair askew, dress ripped and dirty, covered with dark patches of dirt and blood. The woman too is dirt-stained, blood-stained. Whats more, there is a bandage of black cloth wrapped around nearly the full length of her left forearm that she's holding close to her chest.
She opens her eyes to candle light, and the gleam of the eyes of nearly a half-dozen cats. And one human sorcerer.
"You should have been in bed long before now mon ami; I did not expect you to wait up." Mara's breath hitches, catches as she speaks soft and low, stumbling over the words. And that's when a tear falls, starts tracing it's way down through the dirt on her face. The first is followed by another, and another, and the faeling drops her head to hide her face from the Merlinian's gaze.