11-25-2017, 09:04 PM
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It's evening, and Margot has been nestled in her bedroom for the past forty-five minutes. There was a large mug of soup on the edge of her desk, cooled and largely consumed, and a pen in her hand as she worked to transcribe an idea for a new spell into one of many journals where she'd taken to keeping such studies. She had switched over to a green pen and was absently sketching out and filling in the crude illustrations of herbs required for the recipe of blended ash the spell would call for in the margin of the page when her phone began to chirp out a tune.
The upbeat tempo that unknown numbers defaulted to was interrupted after what would be the third ring on the caller's end, for she took a moment to regard the unknown number before deciding it couldn't hurt to answer. She tapped her thumb on the screen to accept the call before bringing the phone to her ear and answering with the standard "Hello?" that most people do.
The use of her last name didn't concern her so much, an unfamiliar number could be a business likely to do just that, but the tone of voice seemed a bit too personal for that. "This is her," she said cautiously, and laid the pen tip back to paper to slowly shade out a stalk of root that she'd been working on while she listened.
The 'please' that followed the request for a word stilled the pen. She laid it down across the page and sat up straight in her chair, leaning back to glance out her window (why would anyone be there, Margot?) as she answered slowly, that same caution still in her voice.
"Okay... But who is this?"
The upbeat tempo that unknown numbers defaulted to was interrupted after what would be the third ring on the caller's end, for she took a moment to regard the unknown number before deciding it couldn't hurt to answer. She tapped her thumb on the screen to accept the call before bringing the phone to her ear and answering with the standard "Hello?" that most people do.
The use of her last name didn't concern her so much, an unfamiliar number could be a business likely to do just that, but the tone of voice seemed a bit too personal for that. "This is her," she said cautiously, and laid the pen tip back to paper to slowly shade out a stalk of root that she'd been working on while she listened.
The 'please' that followed the request for a word stilled the pen. She laid it down across the page and sat up straight in her chair, leaning back to glance out her window (why would anyone be there, Margot?) as she answered slowly, that same caution still in her voice.
"Okay... But who is this?"