11-28-2017, 08:56 PM
As Ned's speaking, reminding her of everything this Martin guy opted to miss out on and all the repercussions of guilt and lack of claim that would leave him to handle, Margot was wobbling between water trying to start stinging her eyes, her lower lip threatening to tremble a time or two, and smiling through that, for the reassurance and logic were doing more than the three-day-old gnawing worry was right now.
When he leaned back out of the fridge he'd find her grinning and wiping the pads of her thumbs under her eyes, chasing the starts of tears that didn't quite get the chance to fall. "Me and Will... It was gonna go bad," she added apologetically. The abandoned tea finally had the teabag fished out and deposited in the garbage, and she tasted the beverage before shrugging and taking a more committed drink from the mug.
"I can't really imagine what he wants. Maybe it is as simple as realizing he fathered another wielder, and maybe that's all he actually wanted out of his kids, and maybe he thinks he can just pick up where he left off and teach me some spells and call it good? But... I don't think anything's ever truly that simple. I worry there's more to it than that, and whether the intention is dark or not.." She shrugged and patted the pocket of her jeans, drawing attention to a lump that one would presume to be her car keys were they not already on the counter. "I've got my bones now, too-- I'll try to read the course of the path when it's gotten more than the first few steps in, and has found a direction." Margot learned a new trick-- not quite future-telling, but more of a likelihood-telling.
When he leaned back out of the fridge he'd find her grinning and wiping the pads of her thumbs under her eyes, chasing the starts of tears that didn't quite get the chance to fall. "Me and Will... It was gonna go bad," she added apologetically. The abandoned tea finally had the teabag fished out and deposited in the garbage, and she tasted the beverage before shrugging and taking a more committed drink from the mug.
"I can't really imagine what he wants. Maybe it is as simple as realizing he fathered another wielder, and maybe that's all he actually wanted out of his kids, and maybe he thinks he can just pick up where he left off and teach me some spells and call it good? But... I don't think anything's ever truly that simple. I worry there's more to it than that, and whether the intention is dark or not.." She shrugged and patted the pocket of her jeans, drawing attention to a lump that one would presume to be her car keys were they not already on the counter. "I've got my bones now, too-- I'll try to read the course of the path when it's gotten more than the first few steps in, and has found a direction." Margot learned a new trick-- not quite future-telling, but more of a likelihood-telling.