Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 18:57:40 GMT -5
The days were trickling by in what felt increasingly like an enforced stay in hell where attrition was on the menu every day. Cordelia was far from pleased about the almost-war in which her clan was entangled, feeling as if the Vaughns were caught between a pack of rabid dogs on the one side and a line of sheriffs waiting to drag them off in chains on the other. No matter which way they turned, their clan would not emerge the better for it. That, to her, was unacceptable.
Unable to sleep, she paced the room assigned to the triple sisters like a caged lion, wearing a path onto the stone flooring. Her eyes were dark with introspection, lying in wait for her sisters. The time had come to speak her mind on the entire thing and for the three of them to reach a consensus before they went to Meical about it. As the de facto leader of their clan in this half-baked endeavor, he was the one they truly had to persuade in this. It would be easier with a united front, Cordelia knew.
She had a feeling that Morganne would be the obstacle in this, rather than Seren. All one had to do in order to convince Seren was present evidence and sufficient logic for her to consider, then sit back and wait, but Morganne? Their sister was all heart and emotion, all too often ruled by them. Convincing Morganne would take an argument, she expected, bracing herself for it. All she needed now was for those sisters to join her.
It was time to start forming a contingency plan for when the conflagration roared out of hand.
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Morganne Vaughn, Seren Vaughn