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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She drifted downstairs a little while ago, but did nothing more then curl up on her normal table. Normal white dress, normal bare feet, normal messy black hair but, for some reason, she has kohl around her eyes. Makes her look fey, not quite real.

The look in her eyes, far more unfocused and distant then normal, certainly doesn't help.

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"Morgan? Is everything all right?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Your question is too open - everything includes everything, so therefore of course not." Cling to role, cling to rank - she sounds like a princess. Her eyes flick to his face.

"I don't..." Her fingers drop, twist with her hem. "Can't think. Can't concentrate. Just drift and wait, drift and wait..."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm squats down to get closer to eye level with her, steadying himself with a hand on the table she's sitting on.

"Morgan?" He says quietly, then asks. "Look at me for a moment, would you please?"

"Just try to focus on me. Try to bring yourself back to here. Back to the bar. It's safe and it's stable here, I promise. You don't have to concentrate--don't try to fight it. Just see if my voice can bring you here."

Malcolm keeps talking quietly but steadily, hoping its enough to stop her drifting.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Beat.

"I am here. But there as well, and over here. Have to concentrate, or it'll all drift away instead of together."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm nods. "Ok."

"You weren't like this when we talked last time--or you didn't *seem* to be anyway."

"Has something happened to make you drift?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Wasn't. And nothing, nothing. That's it, see? Nothing to do. Just wait and wait and the magic teases your mind so you stay upstairs, only it's too quiet there so you drift in other ways, but come downstairs and your mind's still in pieces, isn't it? Nothing to focus on, not any more, not really, so flitt from one thing to another and your head hurts."

She turns her head, resting her cheek on her knees.

"It's tiring."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Understanding dawns in Malcolm's eyes. "I didn't realize...that makes sense in a way."

"Maybe we could find something you could focus on. A task of some kind. Or maybe something that needs to be done in the bar?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a hero from the Druids' tales," she points out, almost crossly, at the word 'task'.

"And nothing needs to be done."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"This is just part of having magic then? Just something that's going to happen?"

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

A hand on her shoulder, and a kiss.

"Hi."

Barty's smiling, but not inside.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Softly,

"Hey."

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

"What're you thinking about?"

He pauses, frowns, then takes her hand.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"A lot of things. Sometimes three minds, maybe four, in the same brain...so, it's a lot." She comments at last, curling her fingers around his hand.

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

"True. More minds means more thoughts."

He glances at the fireplace.

"What do you think that log looks like?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"A dragon. But most things do, if you look at them wrong."

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

He beams, and his tongue flicks out just past his teeth.

"I was thinking a dragon, too. Looks like a Chinese Fireball I saw once."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

As an aside,

"If you really want, Barty, I could turn you into a snake. Then you could tongue flick as much as you wanted."

As normal,

"A...a Chine-ease...?" Cue blank look from the Dark Age British princess.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Morgan," Asar-Suti said, walking up to her. "You look terrible - has anything gone wrong?"

She was pregnant, after all - that was always reason for lots of worry.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Her chin comes up.

"Went wrong months ago. Still going wrong. Mind splits into minds."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Any way of disentangling them - or to put them back together, or anything that would help?" Asar-Suti asked.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"I don't know."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"I think there are people here who know how to try and heal people of such afflictions; I'm rather out of my depth there," Asar-Suti admitted. "But I can listen - what is wrong now?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Malcolm is trained to help, I know. Talk to him. Just...drifting. Concentrate too much, too little."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"It is a pity that the gardening season is over; that gives you a chance to be outside and touch the earth, do something else, not just brood," Asar-Suti said. "I'll try and hire those of you that are still there again, when the winter is over. At the moment - how about I conjure you a large cup of hot chocolate, and you try and let yourmind just rest, dangle loose with nothing to?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

A little smile.

"Hot chocolate is nice."