Morrighan
Bullshit. It was all bullshit.
All she kept hearing around Denocte was talk of the island. The mysterious piece of land that appeared out of nowhere after the earth shook to its core and puked out a lava bridge. Morrighan had briefly given in to the curiosity and checked it out, but it really wasn't all that special. Just a bunch of ivy that went as far as the eye could see and odd "berries" that had heartbeats.
It wasn't so much that Morrighan was scared of what the island could mean, just that it wasn't meeting all the hype that everyone was talking about. There was barely anything to see there, so why could no one shut up? Surely there were other new things happening that were far more interesting?
The grullo mare decided to ignore it the best she could and go about her day. Besides, they were supposed to be preparing for a war, though it seemed most had forgotten. Not Morrighan, not when the thought of battle made her adrenaline surge and the fire within her sing. It twisted and turned, begging to be let out, but then it lacked the power it once had. How badly she wanted to wield it to its true potential like back home. No, now she had to start all over again.
Her hooves got hotter and hotter until a spark of flame erupted upwards, but that was it. Sometimes there were no flames and just a spark of embers. Pathetic.
Her wandering took her back to the lake, a place that always gave her an odd sense of calm. It wasn't often that the tension within her disappeared, but something about this place managed to do that, even just a little bit. Although, she wasn't about to jump right in any time soon. Water snuffed out fire and she liked to keep it as close to fully functional as she could.
She was not alone here. There was another ahead that headed in to wade in the water. Dozens of ripples appeared with each movement, breaking up the stillness in the mirror-like lake. This stranger was not in a hurry and seemed to be enjoying the calmness too.
But, in usual Morrighan fashion, she decided to be a little shit.
"Careful, you don't know what you'll find the further in you go," she called to the stranger, a light in her eyes. "My name is Morrighan. Are you from Denocte?" She did not recognize them from anywhere, but they didn't act as touristy as others usually did.
@Locust I decided to have this be before Act IV and the relic hunt just in case something important happens- hope that's okay!
