MORGAN
When Morgan had been informed they once again had a spymaster, she found herself intrigued to meet them. The position had been empty for far too long, after all, and she'd taken on a lot of the duties herself, sending out scouts into all the new places opened up by the portals and recording what they found, collecting information on the overwhelming rediscovered world at their feet. It would be good to have a chance to refocus on her actual duties once she could be satisfied that 'Peter' would take on the role well.
She had asked to meet him in the Palace, purposefully refraining from making judgement until she saw him, though from a cursory glance earlier she had felt he looked rather sickly. Morgan once would have disapproved of his being an Outlander, but given she had a healthy amount of respect for Neron, it could no longer be a reason to stop someone taking a seat. No matter - it was good to have your mind opened and expanded every so often, to a limit.
Kneeling first to pray at a window, looking out at the snow on the mountains, she asked the wise spirits and beings there to grant her intelligence in this new meeting, to bless them all with a wise companion in their party. With that done she stood, pulled her cloak around herself (even inside, she rarely took off her cloak, gloves and heavy boots) and entered the sitting room where she had asked Peter to meet her, a little early. Sitting down at the head of the table, legs too long for the chair and stretching out before her a little awkwardly, she waited calmly, watching the sun shine on the melting snow outside.
She had asked to meet him in the Palace, purposefully refraining from making judgement until she saw him, though from a cursory glance earlier she had felt he looked rather sickly. Morgan once would have disapproved of his being an Outlander, but given she had a healthy amount of respect for Neron, it could no longer be a reason to stop someone taking a seat. No matter - it was good to have your mind opened and expanded every so often, to a limit.
Kneeling first to pray at a window, looking out at the snow on the mountains, she asked the wise spirits and beings there to grant her intelligence in this new meeting, to bless them all with a wise companion in their party. With that done she stood, pulled her cloak around herself (even inside, she rarely took off her cloak, gloves and heavy boots) and entered the sitting room where she had asked Peter to meet her, a little early. Sitting down at the head of the table, legs too long for the chair and stretching out before her a little awkwardly, she waited calmly, watching the sun shine on the melting snow outside.
There will come a time, you'll see
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