Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 5, 2022 13:03:33 GMT -5
[ For @miriel ]
There was much work to be done.
Magda had made herself Chieftess of Coheed. Perhaps she and Rian were the only ones that recognized it, but she didn’t mind if that were the case. It was a sweet triumph that she’d allow herself to celebrate, though she didn’t plan to rest on the victory for long. There was, after all, much work to be done, and Magda wasn’t going to let this moment of opportunity slip through her fingers.
After the disaster at the docks, Magda had been making the rounds; taking the temperature of all of Coheed’s usual suspects. She wanted tempers to remain on a low simmer, for she was not yet ready to have them boil over. Magda wanted unrest, so long as it could be contained. Upset, so long as it had purpose. And right now, Coheed did not have the direction it needed. But it would. Soon.
The sun was sinking low on the horizon, but Magda had one more visit she planned to make before the day was out. She made her way to Izen’s hut, searching not for the man himself but for the wife she’d met but a week ago.
