"I don't feel any different," Morgan said, eyeing the room with suspicion.
"I told you it wouldn't be drastic," Ciaran reassured.
"Now we can truly start over," Cal sighed with relief. "I want you to know I will never hurt you ever again."
Morgan listened with neither love nor repulsion. It didn't resonate with any emotion, it was as if he were a stranger, though she remembered their life together.
"I should probably get going," Morgan said. "I suppose I'll see you around."
"If you insist on cutting this short, we of course will not interfere. But I had hoped on spending some quality time together," Ciaran suggested.
"What did you have in mind?" Morgan asked nonchalantly.
"A little magical session, you have my potential, after all," Ciaran said fondly.
Morgan hesitated, "Well."
Ciaran coaxed, "Every child should know their parents."
She relented, "I don't see why not."
"Excellent," Ciaran said with what could be mistaken as a smile. "Would you like to show me some things you've already learned?"
"Hmm..well Hunter doesn't really let me explore a lot of spells, I mostly improvise. I can scry with most conductors, I like fire best."
"So much like your mother," Ciaran intoned. "Do you remember how to shape- shift?"
Morgan nodded, "I can feel people, their emotions and such, locate them sometimes, send witch messages.except this was all when my powers weren't bound. Could you take that off?"
Cal, who had been standing some distance away silently observing the intereaction, sprang out of his trance, "Yes, of course. Sorry about that."
Cal moved his hands in an intricate pattern whispering shadowy words and suddenly Morgan felt her powers as they swarmed her body once more.
"Mmmm, it feels so good," Morgan murmured.
Sending out her 'feelers', she sensed a carefully guarded Ciaran and an unabashedly lustful Cal. Probing a bit further into Ciaran she felt him acknowledge her and let down his wall. Behind it she was swamped with fatherly pride and devotion.
"Interesting," Morgan said as she retracted. In the recesses of her mind emotions began to attach themselves to her perception of her ex-boyfriend and father. Ciaran became a father, loving and devoted, to whom she owed her loyalty. Cal became a guy of similar interests who was already devoted to her, though romantic thoughts were far from coming. At this point a friendship was possible, he seemed like a nice guy from what she could tell.
"I told you it wouldn't be drastic," Ciaran reassured.
"Now we can truly start over," Cal sighed with relief. "I want you to know I will never hurt you ever again."
Morgan listened with neither love nor repulsion. It didn't resonate with any emotion, it was as if he were a stranger, though she remembered their life together.
"I should probably get going," Morgan said. "I suppose I'll see you around."
"If you insist on cutting this short, we of course will not interfere. But I had hoped on spending some quality time together," Ciaran suggested.
"What did you have in mind?" Morgan asked nonchalantly.
"A little magical session, you have my potential, after all," Ciaran said fondly.
Morgan hesitated, "Well."
Ciaran coaxed, "Every child should know their parents."
She relented, "I don't see why not."
"Excellent," Ciaran said with what could be mistaken as a smile. "Would you like to show me some things you've already learned?"
"Hmm..well Hunter doesn't really let me explore a lot of spells, I mostly improvise. I can scry with most conductors, I like fire best."
"So much like your mother," Ciaran intoned. "Do you remember how to shape- shift?"
Morgan nodded, "I can feel people, their emotions and such, locate them sometimes, send witch messages.except this was all when my powers weren't bound. Could you take that off?"
Cal, who had been standing some distance away silently observing the intereaction, sprang out of his trance, "Yes, of course. Sorry about that."
Cal moved his hands in an intricate pattern whispering shadowy words and suddenly Morgan felt her powers as they swarmed her body once more.
"Mmmm, it feels so good," Morgan murmured.
Sending out her 'feelers', she sensed a carefully guarded Ciaran and an unabashedly lustful Cal. Probing a bit further into Ciaran she felt him acknowledge her and let down his wall. Behind it she was swamped with fatherly pride and devotion.
"Interesting," Morgan said as she retracted. In the recesses of her mind emotions began to attach themselves to her perception of her ex-boyfriend and father. Ciaran became a father, loving and devoted, to whom she owed her loyalty. Cal became a guy of similar interests who was already devoted to her, though romantic thoughts were far from coming. At this point a friendship was possible, he seemed like a nice guy from what she could tell.