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Morrighan,
It's the Full Moon on a late summer night and what better way to spend it than doing target practice?

Morrighan couldn't sleep, as per usual. Unfortunately, her insomnia has gotten increasingly worse since becoming pregnant. She figured she may as well start using her extra time awake feeling restless to do something productive. Perhaps it can even be therapeutic and she can take out her frustrations on some corn stalks and sticks.

Bram helps her put together four targets in a row. They managed to find the flattest possible spot in the prairie, which wasn't exactly easy. One target is still at a slant and another is higher than the rest, but it's better than nothing.

While her magic has gotten stronger over time, she still finds herself getting tired more quickly when conjuring fire out of thin air. It typically works more easily if she has the help of some kindling or dried grass. Therefore, it will be important for her to practice in case none of that is around her during combat.

Focusing her eyes on the first target, she conjures a small ball of fire. It hovers by her side and slowly lifts up to eye level. Morr knows she has to act more quickly or she'll use up her energy too fast. She takes a deep breath and on her exhale, she launches the fire towards the target. Of course, she misses and it lands about a foot away from the actual target and sets a section of the grass on fire. As quickly as she can, she trots forward to stamp it out. The movement is a bit uncomfortable being so much wider than she usually is. Her normal gate is replaced with mostly waddling, but she tries to ignore the discomfort.

Maybe this won't be therapeutic.

Morrighan decides this time to step closer to see if she'll have more luck not being at such a distance. Hopefully in time, she'll be able to hit a target from farther away so she can make surprise attacks on her opponent.

As she readies herself for another try, there is movement to her right and it's in the form of another horse. She can hear Bram growling nearby.

"Moira," he says through their bond, but Morr doesn't break concentration just yet. Instead, she lifts her dagger into the air and it ignites until it's surrounded by bright flames. The weapon is pointed directly at Moira as she approaches, but Morr does not throw it (as much as she'd like to). For now, it stays close by.

"What do you want?" she hisses, her tone being a combination of disgust and dread. This is the last horse she'd want to talk to on a sleepless night.

“Speaking.”
i am the fire, i am burning brighter


@Moira let's goooo










Messages In This Thread
bitter taste - by Morrighan - 05-31-2020, 12:27 AM
RE: bitter taste - by Moira - 06-08-2020, 09:27 PM
RE: bitter taste - by Morrighan - 06-16-2020, 09:12 PM
RE: bitter taste - by Moira - 09-17-2020, 11:38 PM
RE: bitter taste - by Morrighan - 10-01-2020, 10:50 PM
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