Moira keeps herself still as they go into a bedroom, ears alert for any sudden movements or signs of struggle. She thinks she's found the source of the woman's powers, fluttering beneath a glass mason jar like a trapped butterfly, a wisp of blue that sparkles like starlight. She knows she doesn't have much time, so she quickly scampers towards the counter on which its set.
"Good," the woman says, bending to whisper in his ear, soothing a damp strand of hair away from his face. "Why don't you lean back and close your eyes, sugar? Let me soothe your troubles."
Moira stalks towards the light, wondering how a sorceress could be so careless as to leave her source of power just laying around like that. But then, as she glances closer at the light, she realizes it's not a light at all, but rather, a snake. A single snake, as though it had been plucked off a head of other snakes. She curses internally, wondering who the hell could've summoned Medusa to a lair beneath Siren Cove, of all places.
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Date: 2014-05-16 04:14 pm (UTC)"Good," the woman says, bending to whisper in his ear, soothing a damp strand of hair away from his face. "Why don't you lean back and close your eyes, sugar? Let me soothe your troubles."
Moira stalks towards the light, wondering how a sorceress could be so careless as to leave her source of power just laying around like that. But then, as she glances closer at the light, she realizes it's not a light at all, but rather, a snake. A single snake, as though it had been plucked off a head of other snakes. She curses internally, wondering who the hell could've summoned Medusa to a lair beneath Siren Cove, of all places.