Brigid

Brigid had been quiet, sitting just before dawn on the tiny patio of her apartment, speaking on the phone almost unendingly of pleasantries: the weather, the theatre, family, and health concerns, and not speaking of any of these things at all.
She was talking with an Eiluned Cousin who was reasonably high in the Moonfell Order, telling all about Aleksi's activities and making them as boring as possible, even in code.

She talked about his work as if he were just another subject, laughed when asked about their intimacies as if they were just harmless fun and a tool for manipulation. Then, when they were finally done, she closed the phone and game inside, wondering if she had woken him. Wondering if it was rude to hope that she had.