Professor Crowley produced a wary smile. The tea in her cup was dark and she offered neither sugar nor milk, because that was not her habit and she had taken no thought towards receiving guests.
On her desk between them lay, invisibly, the invitation to embark on a journey with her colleague. The invitation was genuine, the motivation was obscure, the intention was obfuscated. Morrigan Crowley looked onto the empty space of stone as if she could study the fine print there. She looked up at Professor Lyra's face and searched for the hidden meanings there, but could not read the language of her mind.
"Very well," she said. "I will assist you best as I can. Where shall we start?" She turned the cup in her bony hands. "If you say 'from the beginning,' I must warn you that we will be here for a while longer than you are prepared for."
On her desk between them lay, invisibly, the invitation to embark on a journey with her colleague. The invitation was genuine, the motivation was obscure, the intention was obfuscated. Morrigan Crowley looked onto the empty space of stone as if she could study the fine print there. She looked up at Professor Lyra's face and searched for the hidden meanings there, but could not read the language of her mind.
"Very well," she said. "I will assist you best as I can. Where shall we start?" She turned the cup in her bony hands. "If you say 'from the beginning,' I must warn you that we will be here for a while longer than you are prepared for."
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