[h1][center][color=black]The Morrigahn[/color][/center][/h1]

Turning away from Hades, she glanced back at the young God of death and his Underworld. [color=black] "Pluto, they call you? Nae, but Hades you remain. My realm has not closed it's doors to one so wronged, young warrior. Were you but a mortal I would take you for my own. But as a God, I shall warn you..." [/color] A sly smile of a woman with a secret crossed her stern features, even a mortal would see the wicked glint in her eye that was so like her ravens in jest. Walking away with purposeful strides she chuckled lightly. [color=black] "There were deities even before I, and I can remember the children born twixt them. A shame time smote them amongst her. But the Source form which we are all born deemed it to be so. And so the wheel turns." [/color] Darkness enveloped her as she felt the raven that was her form soar through the time and space back to her domain and to the North. Whether Hades heeded her warning or no, whether he warned his brothers and sister or no. She was not concerned. The God would turn to her in time. Time was the measure of all. Even gods, as she well knew.

As she took her proper form once more, her robes folding about her in waves. She had noticed a visitor and with a graceful nod of her head she acknowledge the ibis that was Thoth amongst her birds. It was uncommon to see a Egyptian come so far north, whatever had brought him was worth hearing. Gesturing she summoned a pair of comfortable chairs, and a table with acceptable refreshments. And it was worth being gracious the fellow teller. [color=black] "Thoth, please. Take bread from my table and ale form my glass." [/color] Her voice was polite if a tad cool. Was it ploy? Trap? What did Thoth seek, or did he know what she guarded so closely? Could the Scribe have guessed? Sitting with a regal grace the Phantom Queen studied him with piercing dark eyes. [color=black] "What brings you to Britannia? You fly farther than I would think for a pleasant word." [/color] Quietly she sealed her domain against interruption. While the Dagda may notice this, she gave a silent plea to the powers that be that he would not pry and no Greeks- Romans, she reminded herself- came visiting. She needed nothing to upset her tentative balance. Her plans were still so fragile, but that is what one got when one agreed with a hysterical maiden and newly mother. The Morrigahn sighed, it was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. But if it wasn't wearing her patience thin!

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