11-25-2017, 10:15 PM
"Ugh."
She couldn't help it, didn't mean to; it just slipped out, that disgruntled, disbelieving, and somewhat disgusted teenage response to an adult answer. This time it was specifically the word 'miracle', paired with his earlier choices of phrase about the Light. But then he sighs, mutters something in a language that her ear doesn't catch well enough to decide between Russian or Czech or some other Eastern European dialect, and once more she yields the floor to hear out what he has to say. Margot wasn't one to interrupt, since it would mean she'd have less to learn from or about the person speaking if she did.
Certainly enough, her patience rewarded her with plenty to learn. He was a Mage himself, a preacher man of the Celestial Chorus, speaking with the words of a devout person and wanting to reconnect because she did miracles.
The pause was filled with silence and Margot exhaling slowly from her nostrils. She had been about to speak but he went on with a more human statement of wanting simple reconnection over normal people things like board games and hot drinks. That earned a chuckle, but the sound was nervous and exasperated and at a loss, which ate the humor down to nothing at all.
"So it only took a miracle or two for you to call, huh?" It was a hard tone to read, sounding angry and tearful and a little panicked but all in ways muted by determination to keep her shit together on the phone and that steadiness that she'd carried about along with her macabre aura ever since her first Seeking. "I... Look, this is a lot to process... I haven't seen you since I was four-- I mean, why would you even start a family in the middle of your Choir'ing if it was going to--..." endlessly cutting herself off, she sighed once again, heavily, to match how her voice had grown heavy near the end there as well.
She swallowed and shook her head, lifting it from her hand and sitting up straight in her chair once again. She cut a glance to her door, like she was suddenly paranoid someone may appear at it apropos of nothing. Sniffed and wiped the cuff of her sleeve under her nose before rising from her chair and moving to hover before the window so she could look out upon the side yard and road beyond.
"Are you in Denver?" she asked abruptly.
She couldn't help it, didn't mean to; it just slipped out, that disgruntled, disbelieving, and somewhat disgusted teenage response to an adult answer. This time it was specifically the word 'miracle', paired with his earlier choices of phrase about the Light. But then he sighs, mutters something in a language that her ear doesn't catch well enough to decide between Russian or Czech or some other Eastern European dialect, and once more she yields the floor to hear out what he has to say. Margot wasn't one to interrupt, since it would mean she'd have less to learn from or about the person speaking if she did.
Certainly enough, her patience rewarded her with plenty to learn. He was a Mage himself, a preacher man of the Celestial Chorus, speaking with the words of a devout person and wanting to reconnect because she did miracles.
The pause was filled with silence and Margot exhaling slowly from her nostrils. She had been about to speak but he went on with a more human statement of wanting simple reconnection over normal people things like board games and hot drinks. That earned a chuckle, but the sound was nervous and exasperated and at a loss, which ate the humor down to nothing at all.
"So it only took a miracle or two for you to call, huh?" It was a hard tone to read, sounding angry and tearful and a little panicked but all in ways muted by determination to keep her shit together on the phone and that steadiness that she'd carried about along with her macabre aura ever since her first Seeking. "I... Look, this is a lot to process... I haven't seen you since I was four-- I mean, why would you even start a family in the middle of your Choir'ing if it was going to--..." endlessly cutting herself off, she sighed once again, heavily, to match how her voice had grown heavy near the end there as well.
She swallowed and shook her head, lifting it from her hand and sitting up straight in her chair once again. She cut a glance to her door, like she was suddenly paranoid someone may appear at it apropos of nothing. Sniffed and wiped the cuff of her sleeve under her nose before rising from her chair and moving to hover before the window so she could look out upon the side yard and road beyond.
"Are you in Denver?" she asked abruptly.