OPPOSITION
Thus it begins
No warnings for this drabble
Her fingers smoothed the feathers of her abandoned quill. A drop of ink marred the parchment beneath the quill. The tiny dot grew, black seeping outward across the margin.
“Thus it begins,” Aine stated with a sigh. “Summon the seven sisters.”
“Mistress, you want to move this quickly? Would it not be better to speak to the pair before summoning the sisters here? Will it not create … complications?” The Elder moved away from her side to retake his seat. He reached for a blank parchment as he spoke.
“The sisters need time to travel appropriately. I will have ample opportunity to meet with the opposites before they arrive,” explained the pensive woman, watching the ink dry.
“As you wish, Counselor,” the Elder agreed, dipping his quill into the well to begin writing the first missive
“I will alert Maari to prepare for the guests.”
“Mistress, you do not intend on ...” interrupted the Elder.
“Announcing to the masses that the opposites are mates? My mates? Certainly not. That is only for the Seven to know.” She sighed deeply, moving forward to rest her elbows on the table. “And the opposites, of course.”
The word this week is: BLACK