I13DT - If I Break The Glass...

[Miranda Weaver]

Miranda was sitting cross-legged in front of her shrine. To the casual observer, it might look like she was asleep, but in reality it was just that she wasn't home to visitors at the moment. Her avatar was hovering in the Astral above the school, regarding it with a dispassionate observer's gaze.

[The Book of Sins]

"You know," a voice comes from just over her shoulder, "it's a wonder you don't have feathers."

[Miranda Weaver]

Miranda turned around to see what was speaking. "Not all of us like looking like cleaning equipment. Though I have considered adding wings."

[The Book of Sins]

"Well certainly, look as you wish," says the red crow that glides on an unseen wind, flapping occasionally.

[Miranda Weaver]

"Not today. That requires more effort than I wish to use. Though it is... well, I'm not sure I'd exactly say nice... to see you again, Bodb Derg."

[The Book of Sins]

"Ah, I knew you were clever enough to parse that, once you calmed down."

[Miranda Weaver]

"The things you implied were... are... troubling. I apologize if I gave offense."

[The Book of Sins]

"Found them a bit troubling myself, at the time."

[Miranda Weaver]

"So, now that I've solved your first riddle, can we move beyond vague, creepy implications?"

[The Book of Sins]

"I think you've seen that the burning is quite literal."

[Miranda Weaver]

"But that is you and not me."

[The Book of Sins]

"But of course. You're in her good graces."

[Miranda Weaver]

"And you're saying that if I fall out of her good graces, then I end up like you."

[The Book of Sins]

"Perhaps not exactly like me, but... well, you see my concern, aye?"

[Miranda Weaver]

"Perhaps she's changed. Perhaps she's not the same person you knew." There wasn't as much hope in that statement as there should be.

[The Book of Sins]

"That's a nice word to make it seem smaller. Person. Am I a person? Are you?"

[Miranda Weaver]

"I can't speak for you. And I... well, I've been told I'm a person. I'm still figuring that out."

[The Book of Sins]

"She likes to fancy herself a person. Cunning little trick she's pulled, but she always did want to stay in the world."

[Miranda Weaver]

"Either this version is an excellent liar, or she isn't the same Morrigan that you knew."

[The Book of Sins]

"Good enough to lie to herself, but I suppose any way you can hang on..."

[Miranda Weaver]

"Everyone lies to themselves. Only the subject matter varies."

[The Book of Sins]

"Even so, she was never one to accept simple reality. Not in her nature."

"I'm sure the Hound of Ulster might have been thankful if she'd... gone a little more quietly into that good night."

[Miranda Weaver]

"This one is different from the old one. I've been studying these things."

[The Book of Sins]

"Are you certain you're not... a mite biased? You are after all the golden child, now..."

[Miranda Weaver]

"I have challenged this one openly. I'm still here to talk about it and not burning up the Astral."

[The Book of Sins]

The raven snorts.

"It's not fighting that's the problem."

[Miranda Weaver]

"She seems to prefer peace most of the time."

[The Book of Sins]

"To think, there was a time I also thought a mother's love was forever..." the crow says, turning and starting to fly away.

[Miranda Weaver]

Miranda just frowned, crossing her arms. On her back, a sword made an attempt to shimmer into being, but faded before it became anything truly solid.