02-06-2016, 03:13 PM
Margot was in the act of accepting Nick's coat when he gave a kindly introduction for himself and specifically handed off Scotch into a different hand so he could get a handshake from her. She hastily nabbed up Pen's coat as well (were it offered) before draping them both over her left arm and returning the gesture by seizing Nick's hand to shake. Her own hand was small, like the rest of her, with a warm palm and firm grip (like somebody who thought you were supposed to have a firm grip if you were going to be impressive yourself).
"I'm Margot," she said. "It's nice to meet you both."
She looked harmless, small and young and wide-eyed as she was, and that was what made the impact of her resonance all the stranger. It left the impression of something cloying left to rot in a cellar, bloodied walls and carnage left over after great violence. Like the ER without the morphine, Ned once described it. You never would have guessed upon first sight that her Magick was so closely tied to war and violence.
"I'm Margot," she said. "It's nice to meet you both."
She looked harmless, small and young and wide-eyed as she was, and that was what made the impact of her resonance all the stranger. It left the impression of something cloying left to rot in a cellar, bloodied walls and carnage left over after great violence. Like the ER without the morphine, Ned once described it. You never would have guessed upon first sight that her Magick was so closely tied to war and violence.