float away, open wide
The Regent has been checking the alleyways for any sign of Maeve, although nearly any movement has her wincing. Attempting to fight Thana really fucked her up and she's pissed at herself for it. Bram is also trying to recover after being nearly torn apart by a pack of demon hounds. He hasn't said anything to her since they escaped, but she knows he's not happy with her. He's loyal to a fault. Honestly, for Maeve, they would both do it ten times over.
Morrighan is lucky they got out alive and Thana didn't chase after them. Although, if the unicorn had Maeve all along, she's screwed. She would likely need a whole army to try and take the mare down with all her demons. So she's been trying the best she can to check all the nooks and crannies of the market streets. Maeve could be hiding anywhere, especially with how dark it is. Bram is doing his best to check for scent trails, but he's coming up empty.
They are rounding a corner when she suddenly runs into another. It makes her stagger and put too much weight on her wounded leg. It sets her fire magic off and a blaze appears at her feet for a moment. "Ugh, watch it!" she snaps, trying her best not to scream out in pain from her leg. Beside her, she can hear Bram laughing so she gives him a warning look.
"You're never alone here," Morrighan grumbles in response to his question. It's kind of a stupid one because anyone who actually thinks this place is cool and worth visiting is insane. "It's a shithole and you should run while you still can." As much as she wants to hide how battered and bruised she is, it'll probably be more obvious now that the light is hitting her. Still, she continues to bite her tongue in front of him rather than wince.
She doesn't know this man too well, but she recognizes him from Denocte's streets too. It's unfortunate for him that he's not very familiar with his own Court's regime. "Yeah, I'm your Regent, Morrighan," she says in a bitter tone. Clearly he hasn't got a clue of anything. "Why go through the trouble of coming here?" Even she doesn't know why she suggested it to Maeve in the first place. Even if it had been like the last time Morrighan was here, she should've known the island couldn't be trusted. Its magic is ancient, wicked and ever-changing. It may look beautiful and intriguing one moment, but then in the blink of an eye, it's a monster looking for its next victim.
"Speaking."
unafraid with open eyes
The Regent has been checking the alleyways for any sign of Maeve, although nearly any movement has her wincing. Attempting to fight Thana really fucked her up and she's pissed at herself for it. Bram is also trying to recover after being nearly torn apart by a pack of demon hounds. He hasn't said anything to her since they escaped, but she knows he's not happy with her. He's loyal to a fault. Honestly, for Maeve, they would both do it ten times over.
Morrighan is lucky they got out alive and Thana didn't chase after them. Although, if the unicorn had Maeve all along, she's screwed. She would likely need a whole army to try and take the mare down with all her demons. So she's been trying the best she can to check all the nooks and crannies of the market streets. Maeve could be hiding anywhere, especially with how dark it is. Bram is doing his best to check for scent trails, but he's coming up empty.
They are rounding a corner when she suddenly runs into another. It makes her stagger and put too much weight on her wounded leg. It sets her fire magic off and a blaze appears at her feet for a moment. "Ugh, watch it!" she snaps, trying her best not to scream out in pain from her leg. Beside her, she can hear Bram laughing so she gives him a warning look.
"You're never alone here," Morrighan grumbles in response to his question. It's kind of a stupid one because anyone who actually thinks this place is cool and worth visiting is insane. "It's a shithole and you should run while you still can." As much as she wants to hide how battered and bruised she is, it'll probably be more obvious now that the light is hitting her. Still, she continues to bite her tongue in front of him rather than wince.
She doesn't know this man too well, but she recognizes him from Denocte's streets too. It's unfortunate for him that he's not very familiar with his own Court's regime. "Yeah, I'm your Regent, Morrighan," she says in a bitter tone. Clearly he hasn't got a clue of anything. "Why go through the trouble of coming here?" Even she doesn't know why she suggested it to Maeve in the first place. Even if it had been like the last time Morrighan was here, she should've known the island couldn't be trusted. Its magic is ancient, wicked and ever-changing. It may look beautiful and intriguing one moment, but then in the blink of an eye, it's a monster looking for its next victim.
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