Shivering in the doorway of the temple, Morpho knew she looked anything but regal. Yet, in the quiet hush of these halls, there was a welcome sort of warmth. Her meadow green eyes were warm with gratitude as she nodded to the stranger, shaking as much water as she could muster from her ink and gold coat before stepping through the hearth. Gold framed ears tipped toward the mare, and her eyes roamed quickly over Rannveig’s regal stature, from the stars on her back to the fur-lined cuff on her leg. Deciding the mare was certainly one of power in this place, she nodded a bit lower, submissively to the leader. For Morpho had no desire to be confrontational in this new place, and she accepted the welcome with gratitude.
”Your land is quite pleasing to the eye, rain and all. I thank you for the welcome, and apologize for my sorry state. I’ve been on the road for some time now, and am certainly gracious for your hospitality.” She looked around, taking in the rich colors on the walls, a deceiving sort of beauty that you wouldn’t have noticed from the outside crumbling walls. Inside, this temple spoke of histories she yearned to learn more about. Perhaps she would be welcome here, to stay… home had a lovely sort of ring to it.
”I am Morpho – a traveler and nothing more. My journey began far from here.” Too far. She felt as though she’d wandered for eons, trying to escape the pain of her past, to find somewhere new to begin again. But there is a hopefulness in her breast as she looks around this place, a lightness to her heart that hadn’t been there in some time. ”Forgive me, but I haven’t heard much about this land before… but I want to know more. Could you tell me about your Dusk Court?”
”Your land is quite pleasing to the eye, rain and all. I thank you for the welcome, and apologize for my sorry state. I’ve been on the road for some time now, and am certainly gracious for your hospitality.” She looked around, taking in the rich colors on the walls, a deceiving sort of beauty that you wouldn’t have noticed from the outside crumbling walls. Inside, this temple spoke of histories she yearned to learn more about. Perhaps she would be welcome here, to stay… home had a lovely sort of ring to it.
”I am Morpho – a traveler and nothing more. My journey began far from here.” Too far. She felt as though she’d wandered for eons, trying to escape the pain of her past, to find somewhere new to begin again. But there is a hopefulness in her breast as she looks around this place, a lightness to her heart that hadn’t been there in some time. ”Forgive me, but I haven’t heard much about this land before… but I want to know more. Could you tell me about your Dusk Court?”
Morpho
