Moira lets out a 'rowr' of bemusement as James calls out to the other woman. This is almost certainly out of something like Hansel and Gretel, and James is all but offering himself up as a meal. Moira disappears behind an extravagantly decorated vase, her witch's intuition telling her this cottage is bad news. She figures she can be of more use hiding from the woman when James inevitable does something stupid, like call out to a strange woman after an entire labyrinth of unwelcome surprises.
Being a cat proves even more useful when the women steps forward into the light. She is unearthly beautiful with her crown of honey-colored hair and eyes like the raging sea. She wears a dress colored like painted sunshine, emphasizing the more...bountiful areas of her physique as she offers James a grin Moira recognizes as the satisfaction of snakes just prior to pouncing on their prey.
"I do, sugar," she all but purrs, making the hairs on Moira's back stand up. She keeps quiet, however, even as she wonders if this woman's name is Circe. "You look a little lost and tired. Might I offer you a warm cup of tea and a nice chair by the fire?"
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Date: 2014-05-15 12:09 pm (UTC)Being a cat proves even more useful when the women steps forward into the light. She is unearthly beautiful with her crown of honey-colored hair and eyes like the raging sea. She wears a dress colored like painted sunshine, emphasizing the more...bountiful areas of her physique as she offers James a grin Moira recognizes as the satisfaction of snakes just prior to pouncing on their prey.
"I do, sugar," she all but purrs, making the hairs on Moira's back stand up. She keeps quiet, however, even as she wonders if this woman's name is Circe. "You look a little lost and tired. Might I offer you a warm cup of tea and a nice chair by the fire?"