H
er queen spoke in a curious way that left Morrighan contemplating. Hope, wishes- did anyone really put faith in that anymore? Were equines lighting off the lanterns for the sake of making a wish? It seemed like such a waste of time and resources, especially since there was no one for the wish to be answered by. The Novus Gods, perhaps, but she had yet to see much from them since her arrival here.Even back in Ourania, she had lost almost all faith in any higher beings. She saw some pray and bless, but she personally never bothered. No one ever heard a response back as if you were having a real conversation. The Great War was the biggest proof that gods - if there were any in her home land - did not give a shit. They did not stop the canines from being power hungry and they certainly did not stop Morrighan from being kicked through some sort of portal. Likely, they did not stop the slaughter of her kingdom either.
Still, the lanterns were such a mystery that even Isra didn't know of their origin or purpose. One could only use their imagination. She spoke of constellations and the grullo mare glanced up at the night sky and its many twinkling stars. Supposedly there were meanings to all the constellations, but Morrighan didn't pay much attention.
The queen's last statement made the mare feel something. She wasn't sure what, but it almost felt like it was tugging at her heart. Isra's eyes went to the singers and dancers, but Morrighan's mind went to Ourania.
Home.
Home was not here, at least not to Morrighan. Maybe it should be by now since it was clear she would not be able to return to her birth land. But did Novus truly feel like home? Sure, she promised to fight their battle, but was that to help them or to satisfy her hunger for war? Many months had passed since she was in her own Great War, but it seemed without the sense of closure, she was restless.
"That must be nice for them," she replied dryly, although one could sense the jealousy as well. "Being naive, forgetting that the world around them is in turmoil." Feeling at home.
It took her a moment to realize the heat emanating from her hooves and she looked down to see the light stream of smoke rising from the ground. When she lifted her leg, there was a faint shape of a hoofprint where her foot was. There had been a time where she could control her magic, but it seemed she would have to do this all over again and not let her emotions do the controlling.
@Isra
