MORPHO How true the words of the flower girl were – for Morpho was a creature wrought with secrets. How easy would it be to spill them to the innocent emissary, to let her story flow freely to the other girl, here on the cliffs in the sea air… but she couldn’t. Morpho’s demons were locked deep within, down hidden where she hoped none would find them. As she stood in the briskness of the late summer air, there is a wisp of despair that crosses her face as she remembers… but as quickly as it appears, it leaves her expression once more. She would not allow the past to dictate her future here. Slowly, she considered the golden pegasus’ question. What did she seek? The answer was an easy one. ”Redemption” The word is quiet and thoughtful, but as the butterfly mare stares toward the sea, she offers no more of an explanation. For her story is far from a pretty one, and far from a damper she wished to lay at the feet of the kindly stranger. Masking the thoughts that plagued her, Morpho’s meadow green eyes found Flora’s once more, and she offered a soft and knowing smile. ”And you… so young and bright… what do you wish of this world?” It wasn’t that long ago – but Morpho remembered being bright and full of wants. She remembered a world where love was kind, where the sun was warm and inviting. And even now, she longed for those days of innocence in the sun. But the black and gold mare was a cursed one, destined to atone for the sins of her past – for the sins of her mother… and she could do nothing now to amend what had already come to pass. |
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