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FANTASY. xi.apres moi, le deluge ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
MOST OF THE TIME, Moira was a curious girl. When she was young, she'd always wander their backyard in search of any new insect or creature that had found its way from the woods and onto their premises. She was one of those kids in school that everyone hated, the one that would always remind the teacher of homework, be the first to stick their hand up to answer a question, and the control freak of the group projects. It was only because she'd wanted to do everything right, and her excitement would sometimes overcome her ability to pick up on social cues. And there was also the fact that she really didn't care what the stuck-up kids of her classes thought of her.
Then, there were the times when she'd visit her great-grandmother, and the woman would only encourage her curiosity. Happily, the woman would take the young girl on long walks into the neighborhood, admiring Moira's giddy smile as she trotted along the sidewalk and picked out dandelions from the grass to make a wish. Most of the time, unknown to her great-grandmother, it was that she'd grow up to be just like her. And when they'd return, the two would engage in hands-on activities such as baking, her great-grandmother readily providing answers to Moira's numerous questions. The questions were mostly regarding the mechanics of the tools they'd use and whether each of the ingredients grew from plants, and if they did, then where in the world they'd originated from. Not the typical type of questions one would expect to hear from a child. But, Moira had always been different.
However, the situation she was in at the moment was nothing like the ones she'd been put in as a child. It wasn't that she didn't know the answers to all the questions running around in her head – it was more so that deep down, she did know the answers to some of the questions, and she was afraid of confirmation. Sure, call her a coward for not wanting to believe the truth that was right in front of her. But, if being a coward meant that she wouldn't have to face the truth and the consequences which would follow, that was completely fine with her.
Rather than proceeding to dig further into the history regarding her monstrous family, Moira made the decision to hide the notebook in Elijah's desk within the study. On the off chance that she would want to go back and read further into the details, Moira would have the chance to do so because she'd chosen to be smart and not throw it out and have gotten into the wrong hands.
As another one of her needed distractions, Moira had decided to take part in the investigation regarding the witches. It was evident that Elijah was growing a soft spot for Davina, just as Moira, and it slightly brought the girl surprise. In the beginning, she had figured Elijah wanted the same thing from the young witch that everyone else seemed to, and that was power. But, the more he dug into the tradition of the witches and Davina's unfortunate role in all of it, the more Moira was seemingly proven to be wrong.
