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]

((Missed this last night somehow, sorry!))

Punctuality, in Alodia's professional opinion, is a trait reserved for lesser life forms. For Moira, however - well, Moira and the promise of answers, anyway - she's willing to temporarily lower herself enough to show up on time. She comes strolling up to her cousin's door just as the clock chimes the hour, a bottle of wine tucked under one arm, and stops on the doorstep. There was a time when she would have walked right in without knocking, but it's been two years; for all she knows, Moira's opinion on people barging into her home has changed. She raps briskly on the door instead.