When she finally comes back, she is much more her normal self. Hair washed and tamed, tightly braided down her back. Her deep blue under-dress is almost hidden by the deep blue embroidered, floor-length and sleeveless overjacket she wears. The sleeves of her dress flow down to her wrists, and are loose, edged in wide, embroidered trim and an inch-wide edge of black fur. And when she moves, the the bottom of her dress is finished in the same manner, the black fur tickling the top of her bare feet. Her feet that make no sound, but there is a slight 'swish' as the cloth trails over the floor when she moves.
In silence she looks at the chair, positioned so that it can take in the most of the fire's warmth; then at the sorcerer sitting on the couch on the side. Decision made, Mara walks over to the coffee table, raising a glass and nodding to the man; then turns and stares into the fire.
I toast to those gone beyond, may they find the paradise they seek, not found here; and may the gods find mercy for them. She thinks, raising high her glass and taking a sip, then another. One sip for the innocent father and son - caught unaware by an ferocious beast of myth and magic; a sip for the priest who died, another victim of the vipercat. And then finally, she takes a sip for the vipercat itself.
Her shoulders unstiffen, formal moment of remembrance and dedication finished. She turns to look back at the chair once more, obviously empty and open so that she can relax in full view of the fire; then turns and walks over to the couch. One hand holds the wine glass, the other picks up a sleeping cat from where it is resting beside Horvath. Swift and gentle the cat is deposited on the floor and then she is climbing onto the couch, curling in, leaning in - perhaps even on - Maxim's own lap.
The cat behind his shoulders, lying on the back of the couch just raises it's head, stares and sniffs, then lowers it's head once more, uninterested.
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Date: 2015-03-02 11:01 pm (UTC)In silence she looks at the chair, positioned so that it can take in the most of the fire's warmth; then at the sorcerer sitting on the couch on the side. Decision made, Mara walks over to the coffee table, raising a glass and nodding to the man; then turns and stares into the fire.
I toast to those gone beyond, may they find the paradise they seek, not found here; and may the gods find mercy for them. She thinks, raising high her glass and taking a sip, then another. One sip for the innocent father and son - caught unaware by an ferocious beast of myth and magic; a sip for the priest who died, another victim of the vipercat. And then finally, she takes a sip for the vipercat itself.
Her shoulders unstiffen, formal moment of remembrance and dedication finished. She turns to look back at the chair once more, obviously empty and open so that she can relax in full view of the fire; then turns and walks over to the couch. One hand holds the wine glass, the other picks up a sleeping cat from where it is resting beside Horvath. Swift and gentle the cat is deposited on the floor and then she is climbing onto the couch, curling in, leaning in - perhaps even on - Maxim's own lap.
The cat behind his shoulders, lying on the back of the couch just raises it's head, stares and sniffs, then lowers it's head once more, uninterested.