Morrighan,
As Morrighan tries to figure out the strangeness of the ground beneath her, the woman introduces herself as Thana. There is something about her voice that seems off, but Morr doesn't put much focus on it. Instead, she's channeling more of her anger at the ground and its inability to just be set on fire. Everything could be set on fire, what is making this be any different? It's as if her magic has been…
Reversed.
Or, as Thana puts it, 'changed'. It's nothing like the way the island used to be. All she knew from before has apparently been left in the sea. What they're left with now is an almost upside-down or backwards version. Where the rules are different and things are much harder to control. She hates it.
"Morrighan," she replies, giving her own name since the woman shared hers. Usually she gives her title, but it didn't seem to do her much good out here and so far from the Court. "It's definitely changed. Nothing like before…" she trails off. None of this really made any sense.
The Warden watches as moss grows quickly around Thana. Although Morr doesn't know her at all, her demeanor and her companion do not seem to fit the aesthetic of the plant life growing around them.
"Do you live here or something?" the grullo mare asks, wondering just how much the woman knows about what goes on here. She can't imagine living in a place like this, especially with how tall and thick the grass is. It would be nearly impossible to find your way through it all. Already she's unsure about exploring any further or else she might get permanently lost. It only makes her lack of fire even more frustrating.
The ground beneath her only becomes more damp and swampy as the minutes pass. Morrighan makes a lot of noises to express her frustration. She picks up her feet to try and lessen the feel of it under her hooves, but it seems like there's no way to avoid it.
“Speaking.”
Reversed.
Or, as Thana puts it, 'changed'. It's nothing like the way the island used to be. All she knew from before has apparently been left in the sea. What they're left with now is an almost upside-down or backwards version. Where the rules are different and things are much harder to control. She hates it.
"Morrighan," she replies, giving her own name since the woman shared hers. Usually she gives her title, but it didn't seem to do her much good out here and so far from the Court. "It's definitely changed. Nothing like before…" she trails off. None of this really made any sense.
The Warden watches as moss grows quickly around Thana. Although Morr doesn't know her at all, her demeanor and her companion do not seem to fit the aesthetic of the plant life growing around them.
"Do you live here or something?" the grullo mare asks, wondering just how much the woman knows about what goes on here. She can't imagine living in a place like this, especially with how tall and thick the grass is. It would be nearly impossible to find your way through it all. Already she's unsure about exploring any further or else she might get permanently lost. It only makes her lack of fire even more frustrating.
The ground beneath her only becomes more damp and swampy as the minutes pass. Morrighan makes a lot of noises to express her frustration. She picks up her feet to try and lessen the feel of it under her hooves, but it seems like there's no way to avoid it.
a little mayhem never hurt anyone
@Thana <3
