a little mayhem
never hurt anyone
never hurt anyone
A sigh escapes Katniss as she explains that this is a grave. It still doesn’t do much to clear Morrighan’s confusion. Back in Ourania, they didn’t have gravesites at all. Now that she’s spent time here in Novus, she’s come to understand what they are. Usually there’s a clear marker of some kind and there are decorations much like the flowers here. They just didn’t get placed in the middle of the street like this. They were off in a secluded area, somewhere that made more sense than the crowded road.
Morrighan blinks. "Odd place for a grave," is all she replies with. It’s clear this spot is significant in some way, but she thinks she would want somewhere more private for a loved one. Somewhere she could collect her thoughts properly and not have to deal with others walking by, or looking at her, or speaking with her. Kind of like what she’s doing right now to Katniss. All of that could be avoided.
Then the woman makes a remark about how quiet Denocte has been. The Warden nods in agreement, thinking back on how much different things were a couple seasons ago. Personally, she’s thankful the chaos has settled, but she’ll never stop patrolling with a watchful eye. Quiet doesn’t necessarily mean that all is well. It could easily mean that those who mean trouble are just better at keeping in the shadows until they’re ready to strike.
But in other ways it’s quiet without many of their members here. Not just Antiope, but Isra, Eik and the rest that joined them at sea. For the most part, she’s come to terms with it, but there will always be a part of her that feels bitter.
"It’s strange with Isra gone, that’s for sure," she says, remembering the Court’s farewell to the group along the shore. Morrighan isn’t very sentimental, but even she got torn up after that. Now that they’ve moved forward and she has her sights on Regent, she doesn’t want to dwell on it all too much. Isra promised she’d be back and Morr trusts her.
"But we have to remain vigilant. Who knows what could be out there for us next," she adds, her eyes sparking with determination. She will do everything she can to protect this Court. She owed that to Isra, at the least.
“Speaking.”
Morrighan blinks. "Odd place for a grave," is all she replies with. It’s clear this spot is significant in some way, but she thinks she would want somewhere more private for a loved one. Somewhere she could collect her thoughts properly and not have to deal with others walking by, or looking at her, or speaking with her. Kind of like what she’s doing right now to Katniss. All of that could be avoided.
Then the woman makes a remark about how quiet Denocte has been. The Warden nods in agreement, thinking back on how much different things were a couple seasons ago. Personally, she’s thankful the chaos has settled, but she’ll never stop patrolling with a watchful eye. Quiet doesn’t necessarily mean that all is well. It could easily mean that those who mean trouble are just better at keeping in the shadows until they’re ready to strike.
But in other ways it’s quiet without many of their members here. Not just Antiope, but Isra, Eik and the rest that joined them at sea. For the most part, she’s come to terms with it, but there will always be a part of her that feels bitter.
"It’s strange with Isra gone, that’s for sure," she says, remembering the Court’s farewell to the group along the shore. Morrighan isn’t very sentimental, but even she got torn up after that. Now that they’ve moved forward and she has her sights on Regent, she doesn’t want to dwell on it all too much. Isra promised she’d be back and Morr trusts her.
"But we have to remain vigilant. Who knows what could be out there for us next," she adds, her eyes sparking with determination. She will do everything she can to protect this Court. She owed that to Isra, at the least.
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