Morgaine Carey
October 31, 2009 12:23 AM
Once more, with feeling, and then no more by Morgaine Carey
It was late on the last day of term, and the library was as close to empty as Morgaine had ever seen it. Running a hand through her hair, she turned a page in the book in front of her and told herself firmly that she wasn't alone, and that Layne was probably sobbing over his favorite section only a few hundred feet away.She, of course, would never stoop to that. She was pathetic enough to spend her last evening of school in a library and at a table she'd been using for seven years, but she wasn't sentimental. She occasionally got bits of dust in her eyes, and they tended to get there when she thought about how she would never get to see her table or favorite books again as long as she lived, but still. By no stretch of a reasonable imagination would she ever be considered sentimental.
After tomorrow, though, everything changed. She didn't know what to think of it. Sonora, for all its irritants, had the qualities of a sort of home; her attachment to it sometimes reminded her of the odd compulsion she felt to stand by her parents. Maybe it wasn't perfect, maybe it didn't even make her happy (though she had to honestly say that if she'd had good times, they'd probably been here), but it was probably better than the alternative of uncertainty.
She was definitely going to be educated further. Father had bullied, blackmailed, or bought her way past the doors of a program up north. Once she finished all of its requirements in a few years, she would be the family's resident Healer - a risky job. Ethics courses and the Carey family weren't an easy pair of bedfellows, and the last relative who had gone to med school had experienced considerable...trouble when it came to readjusting. Morgaine didn't think that was going to be a problem for her (if living in close proximity to Saul for seven years hadn't corrupted her, a few classes weren't going to do the trick), but it was less clear where she was going to fit into the family. Father would never be married again, so living with him would be all right, but a god he was not; at some point, he would die and Eddie would move in with a wife and kids. She was not the doting aunt type; she didn't like kids, and was more likely to hex the brats for running in the library than she was to try to make Edmond be nicer to them.
That was all in the future, though. Right now, all she had to do was worry about it, because all her projects were in and her exams had been submitted.
And that depressed her.
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