Only minutes later Morgan, still fiercely angry, and Cal, somewhat pensive,
left the house of the Rowlands. They would never remember having adopted
Morgan, raising her, or her declarations of being a witch. As soon as she
was settled in the car, however, Morgan's anger broke down into remorse and
sadness.
"Oh, goddess," Morgan whispered, "What have I done?"
Cal opened his mouth to speak, but Morgan cut him off, "If you dare say I told you so, I don't know what I'll do to you, but it will be bad."
Cal smiled sadly, "I wouldn't dream of it."
Morgan leaned on his shoulder, "Let's just go home."
Despite himself, Cal smiled at the future her words ushered in.
Drawn from the confrontations, it was a week later that Morgan informed Ciaran that she was ready to meet his coven. His apparent relief and pride greatly softened the blow the sudden lack of her adoptive family had caused. Killan dropped by Cal's frequently to see his sister and, amusingly enough, to talk to her stomach. He vowed that he was going to be the baby's favorite uncle and that his voice would be even as soothing as hers. And Cal had been fussing so much that Morgan vaguely wondered how he would be when she started to show.
The day of her induction ceremony came swiftly and Morgan felt so anxious she couldn't sleep. Around midnight, she saw the door to her room open, Cal standing in the beam of light.
"What's up?" Morgan asked curiously.
"I felt your restlessness, so I decided to see how you were," Cal replied, sitting on the foot of her bed.
"I'm scared," Morgan explained honestly.
Rubbing her leg through the blanket, Cal replied, "There's nothing to be worried about."
Morgan nodded but Cal noticed her tension had not eased, "Would you like me to sleep in here?"
"If you wouldn't mind," Morgan replied.
"Mind?" Cal asked, walking over to the side of the bed and laid down. "Why on Earth would I mind?"
Morgan smiled and snuggled with him until she fell asleep.
It had been decided that Cal's house would be an appropriate place to hold the ceremony so when Morgan stumbled down the stairs, she was accosted by several members of Amyrath. Morgan vaguely noticed something different about them – they were smiling. Not cruelly or wickedly, just friendly.
"Oh, goddess," Morgan whispered, "What have I done?"
Cal opened his mouth to speak, but Morgan cut him off, "If you dare say I told you so, I don't know what I'll do to you, but it will be bad."
Cal smiled sadly, "I wouldn't dream of it."
Morgan leaned on his shoulder, "Let's just go home."
Despite himself, Cal smiled at the future her words ushered in.
Drawn from the confrontations, it was a week later that Morgan informed Ciaran that she was ready to meet his coven. His apparent relief and pride greatly softened the blow the sudden lack of her adoptive family had caused. Killan dropped by Cal's frequently to see his sister and, amusingly enough, to talk to her stomach. He vowed that he was going to be the baby's favorite uncle and that his voice would be even as soothing as hers. And Cal had been fussing so much that Morgan vaguely wondered how he would be when she started to show.
The day of her induction ceremony came swiftly and Morgan felt so anxious she couldn't sleep. Around midnight, she saw the door to her room open, Cal standing in the beam of light.
"What's up?" Morgan asked curiously.
"I felt your restlessness, so I decided to see how you were," Cal replied, sitting on the foot of her bed.
"I'm scared," Morgan explained honestly.
Rubbing her leg through the blanket, Cal replied, "There's nothing to be worried about."
Morgan nodded but Cal noticed her tension had not eased, "Would you like me to sleep in here?"
"If you wouldn't mind," Morgan replied.
"Mind?" Cal asked, walking over to the side of the bed and laid down. "Why on Earth would I mind?"
Morgan smiled and snuggled with him until she fell asleep.
It had been decided that Cal's house would be an appropriate place to hold the ceremony so when Morgan stumbled down the stairs, she was accosted by several members of Amyrath. Morgan vaguely noticed something different about them – they were smiling. Not cruelly or wickedly, just friendly.