Relaxing at home. {For Alodia}

[chasingtwisters]

Moira's a decent cook; not a chef sous by any stretch of the imagination, but she can cook well enough when she feels like it. Tonight, she has several trays loaded with various cookies, cupcakes, and scones laid out on the table in her living room, a kettle of rosemary tea simmering at the perfect temperature over the fire, and a couple of mugs next to the food. Alodia should be along shortly, and Moira wants to have everything ready for an evening of catching up and gorging on junk food.

She knows her cousin must have questions; she's seen the look in her eyes every time they've met, she just hasn't felt comfortable confiding in her surrounded by so many people. But tonight, it is just the two of them, and Moira is happy to have her cousin over after so long away from Siren Cove.

She casts some light charms, bounding about the room in the shapes of horses, while she waits.

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[summersong]

She drops it. They've had this conversation before, and Alodia knows Moira isn't going to change her mind about Violet. Besides, there are more interesting things to discuss.

"I didn't even think Medusa was real. That sounds awful - how'd you get out?" She blinks, then stares. "Sorry, did I hear you correctly? James Thornton - of the "oooooh all magic is bad and evil burn the witches" Thorntons - is not that bad? Are you sure the labyrinth didn't fuck with your brain?"

[chasingtwisters]

Moira finishes her glass of wine at Alodia's next question, recalling with horror the way the mist that brought them back seemed to do so at the expense of another man's life.

"The same mist that took us, and also killed that poor baker, Tristan," she says, barely suppressing a shudder. The memory of that moment has yet to cease haunting her in her sleep. "He saved my life, and he could have easily left me to die and fend for himself," Moira shrugs, thinking that kind of thoughtfulness is well worth pointing out. And besides, she secretly enjoys her banter with James, the more she thinks about it.

[summersong]

"I heard about that," Alodia nods. She hadn't heard about the mist part, but that must have been what Spencer meant when he'd said Tristan had died of natural causes.

"Oh, well, good for him for not being a completely horrific human being," she mutters. She's grateful the Thornton boy didn't abandon her cousin, of course she is, but there's a world of difference between 'not letting someone die' and 'being a good and trustworthy person'.

[chasingtwisters]

"Yeah, it was pretty terrible," Moira says, running a hand through her hair and letting out a long sigh at the memory of it.

"You weren't there, you won't understand," Moira almost snaps at Alodia, which she wouldn't have done before the labyrinth.

[summersong]

"No, I wasn't," Alodia shoots back, annoyed. "All I have to go on is my previous experience, which, in case you'd forgotten, consists mainly of years of anti-supernatural sentiment from his charming family, so you'll have to forgive me for not declaring him my new best friend just because he did what anyone with an ounce of common sense and decency would have done."