07-06-2016, 08:43 PM
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If this could be called a date, then Margot would call it one of the best she's ever gone on. There was no talking, barely any looking at each other, and the entire day was filled with books. She probably would have appreciated it more if she hadn't been struggling to keep her eyes open and the words from blurring together. Her mind was still cluttered with fresh discoveries of a more recent murder in a trend that she and other local Mages had been looking into, and she'd stayed awake well into the night reading and pondering and worrying. She had to read several sentences over again to retain them, and at the end of the day when they were packing up their bags and leaving the library she felt as though she was about to fail a test that she only attended half the class for.
The next day when they met up it was for Margot to climb into the passenger seat of a rental car that William was behind the wheel of. She didn't want her car and its license plates on the property, and they couldn't take his motorcycle because reasons.
When they arrived to stand on the edge of the property both appeared nicely dressed, Margot in a nice blouse and mid-knee gray skirt with a light cardigan overtop to tie things together, to help her appear more studious (even how she'd pinned her hair back was studious looking, she was practiced in appearing bookwormish). She had a small purse held at her hip with a thin strap across her chest, and was standing quietly with her eyes cast ahead toward the property without really surveying it. Will was trying that, through the smoke of his cigarette. She was just left to worry, as per usual.
When he stated that he had nothing Margot glanced up at him, then murmured "Hold on," along with a vague gesture of one hand, and dipped a hand into the purse. After some rummaging it emerged again, now with fingers wrapped about a small vial of bright blue glass. The cork stopper was removed with her teeth, and she closed her eyes and focused in. Searched and more easily now than before found the well of ability she needed and exhaled. Standing outside the gate, Margot tipped her head backward with her eyes closed and, thumb over the mouth of the vial, sprinkled what appeared to be little more than water across her forehead and eyes. A baptism. A blessing.
When she opened her eyes again they were sharper, somehow brighter even though the color and shape of them hadn't actually changed in any describable way. She blinked once and looked over the land and building in front of them. Tracked a few things that William couldn't see along with her, and settled her gaze warily in one spot for a few stagnant moments in particular. After a good two minutes she blinked to clear her gaze, reached into her purse once again and came back with a tissue to dry her face and dab her eyes to clean make up as well as she could.
"Rationale. Entrepreneurship in young women is very important. Plus cookies." She cleared her throat and explained what she'd seen as they made their way from gate to front door. "It was beautiful on the other side. Very spiritually enriched. But the place is fortified and protected by some big scary something that I couldn't get a good look of. Either he himself or some friend of his has done a lot of work here."
At the door she fussed to make sure her clothes were straight and her hair was smooth and when William knocked she held her hands together on the purse strap and smiled like a nervous but eager freshman. Understandably, the expression was an easy one for her.
The next day when they met up it was for Margot to climb into the passenger seat of a rental car that William was behind the wheel of. She didn't want her car and its license plates on the property, and they couldn't take his motorcycle because reasons.
When they arrived to stand on the edge of the property both appeared nicely dressed, Margot in a nice blouse and mid-knee gray skirt with a light cardigan overtop to tie things together, to help her appear more studious (even how she'd pinned her hair back was studious looking, she was practiced in appearing bookwormish). She had a small purse held at her hip with a thin strap across her chest, and was standing quietly with her eyes cast ahead toward the property without really surveying it. Will was trying that, through the smoke of his cigarette. She was just left to worry, as per usual.
When he stated that he had nothing Margot glanced up at him, then murmured "Hold on," along with a vague gesture of one hand, and dipped a hand into the purse. After some rummaging it emerged again, now with fingers wrapped about a small vial of bright blue glass. The cork stopper was removed with her teeth, and she closed her eyes and focused in. Searched and more easily now than before found the well of ability she needed and exhaled. Standing outside the gate, Margot tipped her head backward with her eyes closed and, thumb over the mouth of the vial, sprinkled what appeared to be little more than water across her forehead and eyes. A baptism. A blessing.
When she opened her eyes again they were sharper, somehow brighter even though the color and shape of them hadn't actually changed in any describable way. She blinked once and looked over the land and building in front of them. Tracked a few things that William couldn't see along with her, and settled her gaze warily in one spot for a few stagnant moments in particular. After a good two minutes she blinked to clear her gaze, reached into her purse once again and came back with a tissue to dry her face and dab her eyes to clean make up as well as she could.
"Rationale. Entrepreneurship in young women is very important. Plus cookies." She cleared her throat and explained what she'd seen as they made their way from gate to front door. "It was beautiful on the other side. Very spiritually enriched. But the place is fortified and protected by some big scary something that I couldn't get a good look of. Either he himself or some friend of his has done a lot of work here."
At the door she fussed to make sure her clothes were straight and her hair was smooth and when William knocked she held her hands together on the purse strap and smiled like a nervous but eager freshman. Understandably, the expression was an easy one for her.