Awakening

[Morven]

In other circumstances, or if she’d known him better, she might have snickered at the description he gave. As it was she kept the smirk to herself, and simply listened. She knew some of the differences from Soren, but only insofar as it had been useful for him, or as an excuse to dodge her questions. He’d never mentioned his understanding of the power in other men, and she’d never thought to ask, but Michael seemed to infer it to be something that only enforced his fearsome reputation. Fortunately for him Morven would be under no such bias.

“Good to know,” she said, concerning the creature that had attacked at the ball. Rykovi mentioned something vague about research but had spent most of his explanation swooning over Nox Durante and his witness of the whole ordeal. Morven was relieved to hear of actual practical defences in place, given it had breached the Ascendancy’s own guard. She’d never encountered an ijiraq herself. She’s never encountered anything like that herself. Unless you included her sister, which the Atharim clearly did, but Lyall was something entirely different.

She shifted to sit on the desk. Quarters remedied the faff of travelling between here and the Facility, and since it was likely to be as basic as her room there, she was in no rush. Instead she grinned at the raised brow. Manhandling was not in her usual repertoire as a doctor, and the last time she puppeted a man from the ground it had been to tear him apart in uncontrolled rage. But more than seven years passed since her spark to power, and she drew it smoothly now, to do as he bid, curious to see what would happen.