Cassiopeia's View a choir of angels

Tagging @Séafra for visibility, @Hydra in case she wants to pop in - but open!

 

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This was the way it had to be; she had impressed that upon him desperately as they climbed the great heights of the mountains, using all of her charms to sway the older men to her whims while poor little Marmion - mothereless Marmion, meek and cautious Marmion - took much more finesse. He curbed to her will easily enough despite his apprehension. The boy did not wish to see his mère unhappy, and was strongly against being the cause of her misery. So he obeyed - drifting away from his mother and his uncle in pursuit of their next target. His first mission. His first attempt at being one of the adults; and behind him trailed Seafra, vigilant as always. Ready at a moment's notice to protect him, redirect him, or merely watch - and Marmion felt only a slim comfort upon sighting the man's pale coat climbing the cliffs behind him. Mère did trust them both but it was Marmion who wished to prove himself - and he felt simultaneously pacified by Seafra's presence as well as irritated by it. But he said nothing; rather, the boy plotted a course along the plateau so that they could be rid of the mountains for good.

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