Post by Morgan Pendragon on Sept 11, 2006 15:47:13 GMT -5
The dungeons were chilly and damp. Morgan wished vainly that she hadn't have chopped off all her hair after history class. She fingered the dramatically shorter strands. After wearing her hair so long for practically her whole life, the short, jaw-length hair felt weird, and her head felt like it was about a hundred pounds lighter. She frowned at her disobedient thoughts and concetrated on her purpose. She was here to meet Mury and continue their lessons together.
Morgan reached a secluded section of the underground labyrinth known as the dungeons. This would be the place she and Mury would continue their study of the ancient and secretive magics of the Le Fay line. Their last meeting spot was now currently underwater and Morgan didn’t particularly wish to be out in the open for this lesson anyway. She’d also considered the North tower and the library ruins as meeting places, but the tower was conspicuous and she didn’t really want anyone, not even Mury to know about her work on the library.
In the week or so she’d been back, Morgan had already cleared much, if not all of the debris. She’d also catalogued most of the books, separating what had survived from what hadn’t and keeping records of the books she’d made whole or partial illusions of and those she hadn’t read that’d been destroyed, she’d entered onto a list of books to be immediately purchased. Her illusions would only last for a decade or two, but that should give the school plenty of time to order new copies. She still had to send the furniture to be fixed and she had to reassemble the walls. ((how she’s going to accomplish that one without attracting attention, her writer has no idea, but she insists it can be done.)) Her work on the library was helping her relieve the tremendous guilt she felt over leaving.
She set a mark on the door using a strand of Mury's hair she'd gotten from the common room for a patrimonio charm so that only Mury could see the beacon she'd set. It was an old Celtic symbol done in grass green. Satisfied with both her privacy and the fact that Mury'd be able to find her, she sat down on a stool to wait.
((yes, I edited it. The reason being that I wasn't watching the clock and had to leave for work before I was finished. Sorry!))
Morgan reached a secluded section of the underground labyrinth known as the dungeons. This would be the place she and Mury would continue their study of the ancient and secretive magics of the Le Fay line. Their last meeting spot was now currently underwater and Morgan didn’t particularly wish to be out in the open for this lesson anyway. She’d also considered the North tower and the library ruins as meeting places, but the tower was conspicuous and she didn’t really want anyone, not even Mury to know about her work on the library.
In the week or so she’d been back, Morgan had already cleared much, if not all of the debris. She’d also catalogued most of the books, separating what had survived from what hadn’t and keeping records of the books she’d made whole or partial illusions of and those she hadn’t read that’d been destroyed, she’d entered onto a list of books to be immediately purchased. Her illusions would only last for a decade or two, but that should give the school plenty of time to order new copies. She still had to send the furniture to be fixed and she had to reassemble the walls. ((how she’s going to accomplish that one without attracting attention, her writer has no idea, but she insists it can be done.)) Her work on the library was helping her relieve the tremendous guilt she felt over leaving.
She set a mark on the door using a strand of Mury's hair she'd gotten from the common room for a patrimonio charm so that only Mury could see the beacon she'd set. It was an old Celtic symbol done in grass green. Satisfied with both her privacy and the fact that Mury'd be able to find her, she sat down on a stool to wait.
((yes, I edited it. The reason being that I wasn't watching the clock and had to leave for work before I was finished. Sorry!))