Dru was in her bedroom considering three sets of earrings and wishing she had pressed Morrigan for more specific details about what she was wearing today. She wanted to look her best, but only to a point; it would have been rude to outshine the bride. The amber teardrop earrings were the safest choice. They were the lowest profile of the three pairs which would compliment her dress. She was eyeing the silver ones with yellow quartz, wondering if she could get away with it. Not that she suspected Morrigan would begrudge her whatever she wore, but there was no need to give people cause to talk.
She was interrupted in her deliberations by the housekeeper. It was a good thing she recognized Mor; Dru wouldn't have come down for anyone else. But Morrigan being in her parlor on the morning of her wedding was serious business, and Dru went to her at once. The state of her appearance only confirmed what Dru had already suspected: things were dire.
Unfortunately, Mor's life was such that this did not immediately narrow things down. It could have been to do with some of their magic. One of the rituals gone wrong, but so slowly they didn't notice until now. Pressing new discoveries about something the rest of them were researching. Or it could have been something to do with her curse. New information come to light, or new developments she could feel inside her. If Morrigan died, Dru thought with a concealed shiver, she was taking them all with them; they'd Vowed to save her. They were supposed to have more time.
It could have been him, too, she allowed; the groom could have died or run off or been arrested for treason. Comparatively, anything that could have happened with him stood much farther down her priority list than things that had happened to Morrigan.
"Darling," she answered, equally soft. She swept across the room, in her elegant wedding-guest dress but with her hair still down and still free of any accessories, and reached out to take both of Mor's hands. "My darling."
She was interrupted in her deliberations by the housekeeper. It was a good thing she recognized Mor; Dru wouldn't have come down for anyone else. But Morrigan being in her parlor on the morning of her wedding was serious business, and Dru went to her at once. The state of her appearance only confirmed what Dru had already suspected: things were dire.
Unfortunately, Mor's life was such that this did not immediately narrow things down. It could have been to do with some of their magic. One of the rituals gone wrong, but so slowly they didn't notice until now. Pressing new discoveries about something the rest of them were researching. Or it could have been something to do with her curse. New information come to light, or new developments she could feel inside her. If Morrigan died, Dru thought with a concealed shiver, she was taking them all with them; they'd Vowed to save her. They were supposed to have more time.
It could have been him, too, she allowed; the groom could have died or run off or been arrested for treason. Comparatively, anything that could have happened with him stood much farther down her priority list than things that had happened to Morrigan.
"Darling," she answered, equally soft. She swept across the room, in her elegant wedding-guest dress but with her hair still down and still free of any accessories, and reached out to take both of Mor's hands. "My darling."
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