float away, open wide
When Antiope doesn't follow the cue to battle, Morrighan eases up and just blinks at the woman in disbelief. If they aren't doing a spar, what else is she being challenged to do? What else matters enough? Of course she's eager to battle- it's in her blood. It became her one true purpose in life growing up. She doesn't know any better.
The tiger-striped mare looks out ahead and Morrighan follows her gaze. There doesn't seem to be much out there, although she sees a large tree with a wide trunk. So what? she thinks. Were they to burn it down? But then Antiope mentions a race and Morr tilts her head. It's almost like they are little kids and are playing a game; it feels so foreign to her. She found more fun in spars and beating the opponent with her fire magic.
However, like she said, she doesn't turn down a challenge, so she would go along with this. As strange and almost silly as it feels, she would give it her all to win.
"Alright," she replies, readying herself instead for the start of this race. "On the count of three then. One...Two..." she begins to count, her legs feeling restless now at the thought of running. It really had been so long since she just… ran for fun. Would it be worth it?
"Three!" she shouts, taking off with all the strength she has. She's like an arrow soaring through the air and her mane whips wildly around her neck.
Morrighan is running like she has never run before and there is a new emotion creeping through. Is it happiness? For a moment, it's like the innocence of childhood has come back to her and she doesn't actually mind. The two are neck and neck as they reach the tree, then turn around to race back to the fire. She looks quickly at Antiope with a smile on her face.
She can't remember if she ever had a friend like this to play games with. Mostly there were battle partners and then the bullies. Maybe she had one, but the friendship certainly didn't last long. As a young foal, she had been the "runt of the litter" so to speak, all the way up until she gained her fire magic. She could intimidate others then, but it didn't do her much good in the way of gaining friends. By that point, she didn't care as mostly everyone pissed her off too much.
But now, this is what fun feels like - foreign yet exciting. She is almost laughing now, but stops when she realizes that Antiope has somehow beat her to the finish line.
Bitch.
The grullo mare is not too far behind, but still, second place is not winning. That brief moment of happiness is gone and is replaced with a scowl. The fire seems to surge for a moment from Morrighan's emotions.
"Well," she begins to say, partially out of breath. "That race was rigged. You had all that energy or whatever."
What can she say, she's a sore loser.
@Antiope <3
"Speaking."
unafraid with open eyes
When Antiope doesn't follow the cue to battle, Morrighan eases up and just blinks at the woman in disbelief. If they aren't doing a spar, what else is she being challenged to do? What else matters enough? Of course she's eager to battle- it's in her blood. It became her one true purpose in life growing up. She doesn't know any better.
The tiger-striped mare looks out ahead and Morrighan follows her gaze. There doesn't seem to be much out there, although she sees a large tree with a wide trunk. So what? she thinks. Were they to burn it down? But then Antiope mentions a race and Morr tilts her head. It's almost like they are little kids and are playing a game; it feels so foreign to her. She found more fun in spars and beating the opponent with her fire magic.
However, like she said, she doesn't turn down a challenge, so she would go along with this. As strange and almost silly as it feels, she would give it her all to win.
"Alright," she replies, readying herself instead for the start of this race. "On the count of three then. One...Two..." she begins to count, her legs feeling restless now at the thought of running. It really had been so long since she just… ran for fun. Would it be worth it?
"Three!" she shouts, taking off with all the strength she has. She's like an arrow soaring through the air and her mane whips wildly around her neck.
Morrighan is running like she has never run before and there is a new emotion creeping through. Is it happiness? For a moment, it's like the innocence of childhood has come back to her and she doesn't actually mind. The two are neck and neck as they reach the tree, then turn around to race back to the fire. She looks quickly at Antiope with a smile on her face.
She can't remember if she ever had a friend like this to play games with. Mostly there were battle partners and then the bullies. Maybe she had one, but the friendship certainly didn't last long. As a young foal, she had been the "runt of the litter" so to speak, all the way up until she gained her fire magic. She could intimidate others then, but it didn't do her much good in the way of gaining friends. By that point, she didn't care as mostly everyone pissed her off too much.
But now, this is what fun feels like - foreign yet exciting. She is almost laughing now, but stops when she realizes that Antiope has somehow beat her to the finish line.
Bitch.
The grullo mare is not too far behind, but still, second place is not winning. That brief moment of happiness is gone and is replaced with a scowl. The fire seems to surge for a moment from Morrighan's emotions.
"Well," she begins to say, partially out of breath. "That race was rigged. You had all that energy or whatever."
What can she say, she's a sore loser.
@Antiope <3
