Naturally, with a season change comes a new festival. Morrighan supposes she shouldn't be surprised given who they were and what they were known for. Although, the large number of crowds these events bring always overwhelms her. It's great for business, but the streets become narrower and louder. She gets more tense with every visitor, unsure of their true intentions.For now as she walks the streets, it's all laughing and singing (terrible singing, at that). They have arranged quite a bit within the markets between all the festival games and the performance stage. For a moment, she's drawn to the stage where there will likely be dancers in case one of them might be Al'Zahra, but she shakes her head. She's Regent now and that means she needs to be focused on the task at hand and not on a pretty woman.
But she'd be lying if she said her heart didn't ache for her touch right now.
As she rounds the corner, there is someone that catches her attention after all. It's not Al'Zahra, but it is someone she's been hoping to see for quite some time. Someone who will likely not enjoy seeing her because she has a bone to pick with them.
"August," she hisses as fire erupts out of thin air between them. With her mind, she shapes it like a ball. The edges reach out like solar flares, wanting to so badly taste the man's flesh. The magic swirls and glows to match her fury.
He failed her.
"Ballsy of you to show your face around here," Morrighan growls, almost in sync with Bram's own snarls. The wolf stands by her side with hackles raised.
Would he remember the task she set for him? Or had he been the one she was looking for all along? He, a follower and mourner of Raum? Either way, he had better have a good reason for his disappearance. If he knew better, he would know not to bullshit her.
And if not, he would learn.
@August ohoho <3
