some women fear the fire
some simply become it
some simply become it
If it hadn't been for Maeve's big adorable puppy dog eyes, Morrighan wouldn't have set even one foot onto the island. Especially if she had known what kind of dark magic had overcome it. The last time she had been here, it had been a forest of grass with reverse magic. She figured it would be great for Maeve since there would be no way her fire could come through and scare the girl. Plus, the way it seemed like a jungle would have made Maeve's jaw drop.
But no, instead it's like a monster took hold of the lands and vomited up a bunch of bones and guts.
By the time they had realized just how dangerous it had become, they became separated. Morrighan has been wandering in a panic trying to find her, calling for her every so often, but so far she's had no luck. Thankfully, it seems her fire does work here, but as much as she wants to set the entire place in a blaze, she knows that will only drive Maeve farther away.
The Regent feels guilty for bringing her daughter here and if anything happens to her, she will never forgive herself. She will also fight to avenge whoever dared to touch Maeve and won't rest until they're dead. As much as she likes a good fight, she truly hopes it won't have to get to that point and the girl is just lost. She's likely just hiding somewhere and trying to block out all the horrible, terrifying images of this place. The trauma she must be going through...
Morr has been wandering the streets of these strange markets for a few minutes now. It seems like an abandoned city, only the merchants left all their wares out for the taking. Part of her wants to take a closer look and steal a weapon or two, but the more logical part of her is saying it's a trap. What better way to get to your victims by luring them in with shiny things? She prays to Caligo that Maeve didn't fall into such a trap.
She feels her frustration boiling over and launches a fire ball at one of the shop doors. It doesn't erupt into flames as lovely as she was hoping, but it still does a good amount of damage. She wants to scream until her lungs give out.
Morr stops at a shop with witch balls hanging in front of the windows. They're made of glass in varying colors and the twine is wrapped around them in intricate patterns. Somehow, the glass reflects the strange lighting back at her and she can't decide if it's beautiful or menacing. Then she notices a shape move in the reflection and she whirls around to see someone she recognizes.
There were a good number of horses she would've much rather seen than Thana. Maeve, obviously was one, but she would've even rather seen Moira than this weird creature that calls themselves a horse.
"You again?!" she calls out as the mare approaches. The last time they had met, Morr asked if she lived on the island and she can't recall if she got a straight response. Either way, it can't be a coincidence that they're meeting again. "I find it a little suspicious that I'm running into you here again." Her patience is wearing thin, definitely too thin to be dealing with this woman.
Morrighan shakes her head, trying desperately not to throw more fireballs in the air. "Whatever, I have more important things to deal with. Have you seen a girl? And don't try anything, I'm not in the mood," she warns, unsure if she should expect much help from her anyway. Unfortunately, Thana is the only other horse she's met here so far and the only possible hope she has.
@Thana
