[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Jennie Teakle]

Christine, Tom, Bellamy
Mages

St Bridgets

Late


"I'm sorry - I'm really very ignorant and it's just
not funny. Meditate would be keeping still and quiet
and trying not to think heavy thoughts And I can do
that anywhere in the church? Anywhere I can feel the
presence of St Bridget's Node? And, while  we're on
the subject of forgiving my ignorance," Christine
directs  her stare to Tom, here, "is Laufeyjarson ever
shortened to anything?  Like Laufey? And where does it
come from? It's a very unusual name."


Tom stares around at the church, absently petting the
ferret that winds about his shoulders. He seems lost
in thought, now quite oblivious to Christine. Her
question passes unnoticed and perhaps that's just as
well, she thinks. Christine hopes she didn't offend
him but she's too tired to really care all that much.
She shrugs and returns her attention to Father
Bellamy. 

"Is there anything that needs doing? I'm happy to
pitch in with whatever you need in the morning, of
course. But if I can help with something now, just
say."

Christine smiles sketchily, absently picking up her
new black gloves, folding them into her jacket pocket.
    



A TAG is ticking, but it's hidden far away
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