Summertime Blues 5, Sulphur 10

[auguris]

Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Meeting
Colors: Summertime Blues 5. Storm clouds on the horizon., Sulphur 10. Damnation
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Seed Beads
Word Count: 474
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Moira asks Donat for help. I'm using the color prompts metaphorically. For my Lint Roller, prompt provided by kay_brooke: "Moira, what would your ideal future be?"


Moira settled into the booth across from Donat, folding her coat in her lap. They said nothing as the waitress poured their coffee.

"I need your help," Moira said once they had their privacy. Donat nodded, sipping his coffee. Bland but not bitter.

"Anything, deargirl." Moira's mouth quirked at the endearment, but quickly retreated behind worry.

"Mitchell is showing signs of our Talent." She covered half her face, huffing a quiet laugh. "Signs. He had a conversation with a dead man. He's six, Donat." Her hands fell to her untouched mug. "The closest Master Seer without an apprentice is in Wales. Wales. And I would be more than willing to uproot my life and resettle in Cardiff but you know the Assembly won't let me. Nieve and I are the only of-age Adepts in the city."

Donat folded his hands under his chin. "What are you asking of me?"

Moira swallowed. "I am not sending my child three thousand kilometers away to live with a stranger."

"You can't hide him, Moira. They may very well continue to overlook Tamsin's elemental capabilities, but there are so few Seers that the Assembly recruits us from strange foreign lands straddling the equator."

She found her smile once more. "Didn't they pick you up at a golf course?"

"Nonsense, I've never played golf in my life." He raised his brows. "Moira, what do you want me to do? I won't send Broker away--"

She waved her hand. "No, of course not." She squared her shoulders, not quite looking him in the eye. "I need to obtain my Mastery."

Donat sat back, hands falling into his lap. "You haven't the hours."

She made a face. "Donat."

"Don't you understand--" He leaned forward, wiping his mouth. "Moira. The power you have, at your age, is rare. In a perfect world, in which the humans were not afraid of us and the Assembly was not afraid of the humans and the Court was not bearing down on us over arguments of semantics, I would have recommended you years ago." He met her gaze and held it. "We do not live in that world. You ask for a target on your back."

She nodded, and there were perhaps tears in her eyes. "I am well aware. But I will not tear apart my family. I have already lost--" She shut her eyes, taking careful breaths before continuing. "My babies are my whole world, Donat. I can't lost my boy. I can't. I know you understand."

Master Dweven is right about you. Every word

Donat took her pale, cold hands in his. "I will speak with Ventufere. She will not like this."

"Convince her," Moira said.

He nodded. "I will. Your children will grow with you, Moira."

She squeezed his hands. "That's all I want."

Comments

[bookblather]

Oh, this is lovely. It just shows how much Moira cares for her children, how much she's willing to sacrifice for them.

[auguris]

Thank you! Moira's not perfect but she loves her babies.

[kay_brooke]

I love how much Moira is willing to do for her children. She knows what she's asking will make her life considerably more difficult, but she's willing to do anything to keep her family together. This is a great scene.

[auguris]

Thank you! No matter what Moira does, I want her love for them to shine through, so I'm glad it works. :)