F
ire is a fickle thing. It's something that Morrighan has always been drawn to, even long before her magic had been born. It called to her and held a sort of power that she had always been drawn to. It's always been in her personality to be ambitious and impulsive, so to later be connected to the element itself, it only seemed fitting. At the same time, fire is unpredictable and can easily get out of control. Much like her own personality, it seems. Back in her homeland before Novus, Morrighan had started a fire much bigger than she had intended. It had been to prove a point and led to many being pissed at her. She didn't really care since those who had been bullying her weren't planning on bothering her any time soon. She trained hard as a warrior after that and no one dared to test her again.
After being dropped into Novus and joining the Night Court, for a time, she still felt like she had to prove herself. Maybe she still does, but things seem to be more in place now that she's found her own place here. She had spent many years in Ourania but it wasn't until she came to Novus that she truly felt at home.
Of course, traveling so far from that home wasn't easy. The Regent still feels a bit sick from being thousands of steps away from the comforts of Denocte, but so far Delumine hasn't been too bad. Being surrounded by her element definitely helps, although it is tempting to draw from all the bonfires and make them bigger. Her magic is growing stronger by the day and it's much easier to manipulate the flames into doing whatever she wants. It still calls to her like it did before and it's tempting to listen.
For now, she keeps herself in check. She knows how important this festival is for their Courts, but especially to Maeve. Morr watches as her daughter joins the group gathering in front of the storyteller. She tries to decide if she wants to join or not since she tends to lose interest quickly. For now, she stays several feet away and maybe she'll catch parts of it here and there.
She then notices a woman who is also looking at the group but seems hesitant to move forward. It makes Morr curious, so she walks over to find out what her deal is.
"Scared of something?" she asks with a brow raised. Off and on she checks to where Maeve sits with the group just to make sure the girl is still there. It's unclear if the mare is worried about joining the group or is possibly scared of the bonfires like Maeve is. She doesn't look like anyone she's met in Denocte, so it could make sense if she's from Dawn and maybe not used to such a festival.
Of course for Morrighan, it's all normal for her. She takes from the nearest bonfire to form a floating ball in the air between them. It's not much bigger than an apple, but the small flames that flicker are just as hungry as the bonfire it came from. Maybe part of her is messing with the woman, but it also helps curb her boredom.
i've lost a part of me ; tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
