Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 9, 2021 20:32:48 GMT -5
(for Rosamere Osxiano )
Magda had to be sure.
She’d just come from the funeral - if you could call it that. Magda herself had been responsible for the arrangements, and she saw no need to invite anyone. Fewer mourners meant fewer questions. No funeral pyre was constructed, as Magda and Conall had taken care of the cremation in advance. So, with nothing to ground the ceremony, the whole event was a terribly awkward affair - invovling only Magda and a reluctant elder witch. The witch rushed through the whole thing as quickly as she could, seeming to understand that Magda was not a grieving daughter who needed sympathy and consideration. Magda had never needed any sympathy. She only needed justice - and today, she had it.
After the funeral, she went straight for the Morrigan estate. Not to see Conall, or even Theo, but to see Rosamere. Sweet, darling little Rosamere - the only other person who knew that Conall and Magda were somewhere they shouldn’t have been that evening. While Conall assured Magda Rosamere would keep her mouth shut, she was the kind of woman who liked to see things for herself. Maybe Rosamere wouldn’t need any additional encouragement, but Magda couldn’t take the risk. She had to be sure.
Magda, still dressed in her mourning black, was shown to Rosamere’s room by a servant. She thanked him and shooed him off before knocking gently on Rosamere’s door.
