In Moria

[hawkeyekate]

She had finished her latest painting of Will, and she hoped it would be a promising Trump to find him. It had been weeks, maybe months. She's lost track. Her dark side felt even more empowered since they have walked the broken pattern. At times she thought it would kill her, but that other side kept her safe from the sparks and kept her moving.

She had been practicing on her own, too. Magic, Trumps, Pattern. The demon side coaching her more than Branden at times it seemed. And she was listening more to it.

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[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

It had been a handful of days since Brand had pulled Kate out of Milliways through his Trump and a handful of days since he had dare spoke more than just a word or two to her. She had defied him- going to that place and risking it all just for the sake of indignant pride. His teeth grinded against each other as he paced the room he had taken up as their traning room within Moria close to their own quarters. She was late.

"Kate! I would like a word with you. Now," he called out looking up toward the stairwell leading back to their living quarters. It was time to be done with this and put her back into her place.