Up to No Good
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They stood face to face for the longest time, looking into each other’s eyes, mistrust and suspicion slowly giving way to a strange sense of recognition. Of familiarity. They saw themselves, reflected in the other’s eyes. Philippa should not understand what happened in this moment for years to come, but she did feel something change, something shift within herself – the bonds of destiny fastening around her soul, connecting the two of them, inextricably. It was a strange sensation, one she had never felt before – unsettling and comforting at the same time.
I am who I need to be. I am where I need to be.
Finally, Philippa broke the silence, her voice low, hesitant, as she spoke.
“I’m sorry. About your mother. At least you remember her. I don’t remember mine, and my father neither.” It was a statement, a fact, devoid of emotion. How could you grieve something that you couldn’t remember? Her parents were dead, there was nothing she could do about it, and even if she could, why would she? Philippa had been disappointed by other people far too many times already. People who had failed to meet her expectations. People who had been cruel when they should have been kind. People who had been ignorant when they should have been wise. People who told when they shold have kept their silence, people who kept their silence when they should have told. Gods, she felt as if the weight of centuries rested on her shoulders, no matter that she was still a little girl. “When you’re a sorceress, you should go and take back your house. It’s yours, after all, and they shouldn’t have taken it.”
She gave Morrigan a nod, brow furrowed, features set in a stubborn expression.
“I’ll go with you. They’re going to pay for doing you wrong.”
