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hen the other woman spoke, almost prose-like, Morrighan groaned internally. Was this how the rest of their conversation was going to go? She could never understand the artists and their fancy, philosophical talk. In her eyes, the world was a lot more black and white and she preferred to get straight to the point. If she couldn't, often she'd just take care of it with a burst of flame.Then the mare invited her to join her in exploring the castle. In reality, Morr didn't exactly have anything else to do, so she shrugged and followed along. "Sure, what the hell."
As they went near, she could feel the chill of the ice on her skin, almost like it was a glowing aura. Her hooves grew warmer and the fire inside her almost begged to be let out to consume the frozen castle. Burn, burn, burn, it seemed to chant in her mind and she had to push it aside for a moment. Destruction was in her nature, but now was not the time (yet).
Boudika introduced herself and added her title as a dancer. This was just another custom Morrighan wasn't used to. Back home, there were only warriors and healers. They did not have anyone who was tasked specifically with entertaining. In reality, no one had time for such useless activities.
"Morrighan; I'm a soldier," she replied, her tone neutral as well. Although it was merely a statement, it was a rank she was fairly proud of considering her past.
As the pair entered the castle, she could feel the floor beneath her melt slowly under-hoof. She glanced up at the windows, taking in the intricate patterns and scenery in the ice. One might stare in awe, but Morrighan did not. Instead, she looked on with a brow raised.
"Yeah, someone really had a lot of time on their hands…" she muttered, then looked back at Boudika.
"So why exactly are you a dancer? Is that all you do?" she asked with mostly genuine curiosity. What real purpose did dancers have to the well-being of the Court?
@Boudika oops sorry this took eons. Also Morr might've insulted her but she's just very out of the loop LOL
