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would be an understatement to say that Morrighan is irritated. She hadn't been before, but it didn't take long once this mare started talking. The way the woman had been staying away from the crowd did seem like fear, so she had never considered that it would actually be from distaste.Liars?
Then Morrighan laughs and the ball of fire grows bigger. It had been a toy at first, but now it's more of a weapon. If Maeve hadn't been nearby, it would be swung at this mare's face. "You're in the wrong place if you don't like magic and storytellers," she spits, her eyes matching the fury of the flames. Morrighan had never been in a land without magic and anyone who wishes that for themselves just seems like a boring idiot in her eyes.
"I could ask you the same question." Her retort comes swiftly and she wonders who put the stick up this mare's ass. It's far from the energy (and overall point) of this festival, so she is very out of place among them all here. Clearly, she is the one with nothing better to do.
Of course, her last remark is what really makes Morrighan bristle. The ignorance in this one is maddening and it's unfortunate that she chose this stranger to talk to. She doesn't seem worth being in anyone's company.
"You speak like you know how magic and fire work, but you think mages are distasteful and liars. Perhaps it's you who is the liar." As much as her anger is boiling inside her, she does not let her magic erupt. It's only for Maeve's sake really because she would so much like to see the woman cringe at the feeling of the fire on her skin. But she can't, she has to hold back.
"Why bother being here at a festival of magic? Why bother being in Novus?" Morrighan would love to hear the woman's logic on this one. Especially since so far, it doesn't seem like she has any.
i've lost a part of me ; tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
