After her talk with Thomas, Mhairi knew she needed to talk to Ingrid. Not only for what they discussed between them, the offer of a Motley, Mhairi's proposal of inviting Sera...but for something else.
So the wisp called Ingrid , and set up a meeting several days after her late night with Thomas concluded and she was lead out of his Hollow. Mhairi's mind still abuzz with the wonders of his library.
She wasn't nervous as she dressed, in a black, lace halter top, a high wasted skirt with a skull and bone pattern on it, and her nearly always present, and favorite pair of boots
Though now, as she waited, coffee in hand, nervous wasn't a strong enough word to describe her mood.
After everything that happened, everything that was happening, would Ingrid still be interested? Would Ingrid shut down the idea of Sera? Would she just say -
Mhairi cuts offer her thoughts, though the tight ball of anxiety remains.
Mhairi couldn't see the future, all she would have to do would be wait.
Fingers want to twist, but the coffees she held prevented it, knowing that really didn't help with anything that was bubbling up in her gut.