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or once, the universe had chosen to be kind to her.The night of a great snowstorm nearly buried most of Denocte. They had all holed themselves in their homes - all except one. Some straggly kid almost killed himself getting stuck out in the storm. If it wasn't for Morrighan, he probably would have died. She had considered it too, letting him suffer from his stupidity, but it seemed Caligo had something else in mind.
As an apparent gift for the mare's good deed, her fire magic had returned to her. Of course, it didn't come back in its original form. It was much weaker, but Morrighan hoped that in time, it would be back to its full potential. Despite its lesser state, she reveled in it. The warmth coursed through her veins and energized her soul.
There was some celebration happening throughout the Court. Morrighan heard all the commotion and decided to check it out. She wasn't really one for big events, but she could at least see what all the fuss was about. If it was truly that uninteresting, she could always go back home and continue perfecting her magic.
On her way, she noticed something by the lake that looked odd. As she got closer, it seemed to be another strange structure. What was with this place and random buildings appearing out of nowhere? Someone clearly had too much time on their hands.
It was a castle of sorts that was clearly crafted out of magic. It shone differently than any stone she had seen before, but as she got closer, she realized that it was a castle made of ice. There are lanterns inside lit by small flames and they illuminate the ornate designs on the castle's windows. Much like the last structure she came upon, it was an intricate piece of artwork, only this one was much more fragile. Morrighan had half a mind to conjure her fire and melt it into a puddle for fun.
Another stood by the castle, perhaps also pondering its existence, or they were the one that created it in the first place. How fun it would be to see the look on their face if their greatest creation was turned to water.
"Something magnificent indeed," Morrighan said, walking slowly up to the other mare. "But what is the point? A castle made of ice that can't withstand the cycle of the seasons. What a waste." It was clear that she was no artist.
@Boudika so sorry this took me eons ;_;
