Although differences cloud their eyes and disdain colors their hearts, they are both of Denocte and both harbor secrets and worries and troubles that keep them awake. Ghosts follow them in their dreams, grievances and annoyances follow them during the day. Moira often sees Morr in the halls of the castle, Neerja tells her well in advance so that their paths do not completely cross.
She is cordial, if not distant, in passing while Morrighan is simply rude. Ignoring the Emissary whenever she can, the Regent has only become more sour and disapproving as her pregnancy progresses. Still, she carries a child of the Court, and Moira is still a physician, still responsible for the lives of her people, even those unborn.
There is no smile on her face as she approaches. Neerja glowers beside her, restlessly twitching her tail and huffing every now and again. They come side by side, a unit once more in sync - as much as they can be - since Moira's disappearance for months and sudden reemergence. She has not approached the Regent even after her return, only monitoring from a distance. Oh, but the time is near when the child will be born, even the phoenix can see that. Morr's slender curves have widened, ripples along her sides when her daughter reaches out to the world she cannot yet touch are more apparent, and her walk has become more troubled.
The Tonnerre girl is not worried for the mare herself, simply for the lives at risk should anything go wrong. “Morrighan, Bram," she says gently, inclining her head just so while Neerja shifts from paw to paw. “I couldn't sleep," she states at last, knowing that Morr would only snarl if she even hinted that she was checking in on her as an expecting mother. Complications could be deadly, and even Moira is not so heartless as to let the child of one that hates her so unjustly die.
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She is cordial, if not distant, in passing while Morrighan is simply rude. Ignoring the Emissary whenever she can, the Regent has only become more sour and disapproving as her pregnancy progresses. Still, she carries a child of the Court, and Moira is still a physician, still responsible for the lives of her people, even those unborn.
There is no smile on her face as she approaches. Neerja glowers beside her, restlessly twitching her tail and huffing every now and again. They come side by side, a unit once more in sync - as much as they can be - since Moira's disappearance for months and sudden reemergence. She has not approached the Regent even after her return, only monitoring from a distance. Oh, but the time is near when the child will be born, even the phoenix can see that. Morr's slender curves have widened, ripples along her sides when her daughter reaches out to the world she cannot yet touch are more apparent, and her walk has become more troubled.
The Tonnerre girl is not worried for the mare herself, simply for the lives at risk should anything go wrong. “Morrighan, Bram," she says gently, inclining her head just so while Neerja shifts from paw to paw. “I couldn't sleep," she states at last, knowing that Morr would only snarl if she even hinted that she was checking in on her as an expecting mother. Complications could be deadly, and even Moira is not so heartless as to let the child of one that hates her so unjustly die.
