For the second time today, Themis found herself staring at a door and wondering what carried her to her destination. This time, the surreal feeling carried her from her tower to Professor Crowley's domain, looking as if she'd lost her way. She'd swept through the corridors as silent as a ghost; the black robes she wore to cover her nightgown made her look wraith-like. This was lunacy, all of it. Before she could knock, the door swung open, and Themis was faced again with the woman who looked like her paler reflection. Themis nodded and followed, her tongue held in check by her awareness that she was about to be at the mercy of a witch who was still very much an unknown entity.
Themis cataloged the room around her as they descended, impressed with the amount of spellcraft that went into crafting her junior's living quarters. The space was alive with a confusion of colors, rich gem tones, a myriad of fabrics, and an assortment of books and curiosities at odds with the portrait she was building of her colleague. There must be an order to things. Themis highly doubted that Professor Crowley would be able to tolerate a thing that was out of place, even if her organization made sense to no one else. 'Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.'
Initially unsure of where she was meant to be, Themis took a moment before deciding that Crowley meant for Themis to join her on the floor. Settling into a pile of cushions, Themis brushed her braid over her shoulder. The idea that she had prepared for bed only to end up on the floor with a colleague was never something she would have expected. Then again, Morrigan Crowley was nothing if not unexpected.
Shrugging off her robe, Themis sat before her host in her nightgown, but the fabric had been charmed a deep red before her arrival. Themis had no idea what moving through a dream might entail, but if she encountered this 'Red Grail,' she had no intention of looking like a bloodied lamb again. Resisting the urge to fidget, she looked to her host and jumped to the heart of things. "I've never walked in dreams. What am I doing?"
Themis cataloged the room around her as they descended, impressed with the amount of spellcraft that went into crafting her junior's living quarters. The space was alive with a confusion of colors, rich gem tones, a myriad of fabrics, and an assortment of books and curiosities at odds with the portrait she was building of her colleague. There must be an order to things. Themis highly doubted that Professor Crowley would be able to tolerate a thing that was out of place, even if her organization made sense to no one else. 'Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.'
Initially unsure of where she was meant to be, Themis took a moment before deciding that Crowley meant for Themis to join her on the floor. Settling into a pile of cushions, Themis brushed her braid over her shoulder. The idea that she had prepared for bed only to end up on the floor with a colleague was never something she would have expected. Then again, Morrigan Crowley was nothing if not unexpected.
Shrugging off her robe, Themis sat before her host in her nightgown, but the fabric had been charmed a deep red before her arrival. Themis had no idea what moving through a dream might entail, but if she encountered this 'Red Grail,' she had no intention of looking like a bloodied lamb again. Resisting the urge to fidget, she looked to her host and jumped to the heart of things. "I've never walked in dreams. What am I doing?"
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