[The sisters only left the witches less than a week ago, but even so, Morgana recognizes Vin immediately, and smiles when she does. There's not much she smiles at these days, but staying with the witches was a balm after nearly losing Drustan.
(Though they argue so much lately that sometimes, she secretly wonders if they'd both have been happier separated. She knows it's just mad enough to keep from giving the thought voice.)
It's in the street that Morgana catches the witch's sleeve; high society was her arena, but now she's afraid to step too close to that glamor, afraid that when she sees her father next nothing in the world could stop her killing him. It's always on her mind, and if not for the chameleon clinging to her shoulder and Morgause, she might have hunted him down the moment they arrived in Oxford.]
Vin, [she murmurs, falling in step with the other woman.] You remember me? [Drustan uncurls slowly, leaning over Morgana's shoulder to peer at Hal.]
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(Though they argue so much lately that sometimes, she secretly wonders if they'd both have been happier separated. She knows it's just mad enough to keep from giving the thought voice.)
It's in the street that Morgana catches the witch's sleeve; high society was her arena, but now she's afraid to step too close to that glamor, afraid that when she sees her father next nothing in the world could stop her killing him. It's always on her mind, and if not for the chameleon clinging to her shoulder and Morgause, she might have hunted him down the moment they arrived in Oxford.]
Vin, [she murmurs, falling in step with the other woman.] You remember me? [Drustan uncurls slowly, leaning over Morgana's shoulder to peer at Hal.]