"Killan," Morgan cried, happily throwing her arms around him belatedly
recalling she was supposed to be angry with him. Drawing back she
playfully glared, "I'll talk to you later."
Killan grinned, fully understanding her reasons, "Any place, any time." He amended swiftly, "Except for here and now."
"Daughter," Ciaran said softly, drawing her attention from Killan.
"Father," Morgan greeted warmly. She hesitated for a moment before similarly hugging him as she had her brother. She felt him tense up, but gradually relax and return the embrace.
"So, what's this gathering about?" Morgan asked, sitting down across from Ciaran and Killan.
Cal, who had not taken his seat, interrupted, "Before we get to that, Morgan maybe you could talk to Killan over there for just one minute."
Morgan saw her own look of surprise mirrored in her companions. Obviously this was not a planned aspect of the meeting. Just the same, she rose and walked to the opposite end of the shop, silently flanked by Killan. Sitting in a booth, she waited for Killan to join her.
"So, dear brother, why?" Morgan jumped in immediately.
Killan glanced at her, "I've no qualm with Hunter and I thought it was wrong of them to include him."
"So, you decided to have him arrest me?" Morgan whispered fiercely.
"Morgan, he wasn't actually going to turn you in," Killan condescended as if speaking to someone who didn't have the mentality of a seven year old. "Do you really want to talk about this now? Or would you prefer to hear what they are saying about you?" He indicated the table where Cal and Ciaran were deep in conversation.
"How could we?" Morgan asked, skipping the should-we aspect for perhaps the first time in her life.
"I let a rune on the table. Now we just draw one here and it acts like a one-way radio," Killan replied, beginning a complex design on the table. Instantly their voices emerged as if they were sitting at their table.
"...remembers?..." Ciaran's voice whispered as if her couldn't believe it.
"Yes," Cal replied firmly. "She's breaking through the damn spell."
Killan grinned, fully understanding her reasons, "Any place, any time." He amended swiftly, "Except for here and now."
"Daughter," Ciaran said softly, drawing her attention from Killan.
"Father," Morgan greeted warmly. She hesitated for a moment before similarly hugging him as she had her brother. She felt him tense up, but gradually relax and return the embrace.
"So, what's this gathering about?" Morgan asked, sitting down across from Ciaran and Killan.
Cal, who had not taken his seat, interrupted, "Before we get to that, Morgan maybe you could talk to Killan over there for just one minute."
Morgan saw her own look of surprise mirrored in her companions. Obviously this was not a planned aspect of the meeting. Just the same, she rose and walked to the opposite end of the shop, silently flanked by Killan. Sitting in a booth, she waited for Killan to join her.
"So, dear brother, why?" Morgan jumped in immediately.
Killan glanced at her, "I've no qualm with Hunter and I thought it was wrong of them to include him."
"So, you decided to have him arrest me?" Morgan whispered fiercely.
"Morgan, he wasn't actually going to turn you in," Killan condescended as if speaking to someone who didn't have the mentality of a seven year old. "Do you really want to talk about this now? Or would you prefer to hear what they are saying about you?" He indicated the table where Cal and Ciaran were deep in conversation.
"How could we?" Morgan asked, skipping the should-we aspect for perhaps the first time in her life.
"I let a rune on the table. Now we just draw one here and it acts like a one-way radio," Killan replied, beginning a complex design on the table. Instantly their voices emerged as if they were sitting at their table.
"...remembers?..." Ciaran's voice whispered as if her couldn't believe it.
"Yes," Cal replied firmly. "She's breaking through the damn spell."