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[lady_moon]

There's a tarot card in a chair. She's comfortable there, playing Cat's Cradle with sparkly purple string.

She's playing it by herself, and she's doing rather well.

Her bare feet bop to a song only she hears, and her bright eyes are very intent on the string, her fingers rearranging it until it form a pretty pattern.

Well, it's pretty to her.

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[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

He nuzzles her hair softly, listening and not letting go of her jsut yet.

"If it's one thing everyone in my world knows how to do it's hold onto ties no matter what," or how hard the other side pulls away at times.

[lady_moon]

Moon certainly makes no move to shift away from him.

She might even be snuggling closer, because she doesn't like feeling frightened or lost. Without seeing all possibilities for the future, all outcomes for them, she feels blind. It's a feeling she's learning to truly and utterly dislike.

"Good. The ties will be what keeps everyone... sane... almost everyone."

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

He nuzzles her hair, holding her close. Continuing to offer the comfort in a way he can.

He can't help the, "Almost?" that comes out of his mouth. He doesn't like the fact that she's frightened. Or the fact that the council is coming. Or the fact that apparently it will be harder on them then the last visit with Musette. Much harder considering her words.

[lady_moon]

Moon shivers a little in his arms.

"The Moon's mirror will shatter and the pieces will get scattered again."

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

He gives a soft huff into her hair, not liking that. Not sure if there's a way to change it so it doesn't happen. He and his wolf are feeling protective of her. He has no words though, so he just stays quiet and holding her.

[lady_moon]

Moon is content to rest there, in Richard's lap, held by him. It's comfortable and safe-feeling, and his strength reassures something in her -- something that recognizes the power in him -- that everyone would, somehow, come out on top. The bonds were tight, sure, clung to with fierce love.

They'd make it through, and she hopes that someone will have found the glue to put the mirror back together when it's over.