MORPHO The moment that the word leaves her lips, Morpho immediately regrets her honesty. For so long, she had grown accustomed to keeping her emotions bottled tight, but here on the sea cliffs, the emissary of flowers was chinking away at the cocoon she’d so carefully crafted for herself. For the briefest of moments, annoyance flashes across Morpho’s features, not at the girl, but at her own relaxed admission. She sighs for a moment, offering a waning sort of smile to the girl, judging it safe to talk to her about the demons that plagued her (even if she wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with anyone else). ”It’s a long story, I’m afraid… and there are too many reasons to count. Suffice to say I was younger too once, eager to save the world. And I bit off more than I could chew – miscalculated the weight of greed and selfishness. Miscalculated the value of power, and the way some get drunk off the thought of it.” The butterfly mare didn’t get into the way she’d stood up to the traitors, the way she’d led what was left of her herd to their deaths in the winter. That was a story for another day, but it was an experience that had definitely shaped the creature she had become. Thin golden ears flick toward the emissary’s admission, and she nodded in a knowing sort of way. For with responsibility came the relinquishment of freedoms. Morpho could empathize with the want to be free – to follow desires and whims at will. Flora deserved that – she deserved to enjoy the childhood she was only just emerging from. ”It is good, to see the world and to know what can come from it. The borders of Novus, while a wide sort of cage, keep you here – responsibility will keep you here too… but you should never settle for any reason. Don’t let others’ expectations clip your wings.” Still too, she offered her new friend a soft and knowing smile. ”But love… love is certainly a thing to celebrate. It’s a leap without knowing what comes next.” While Morpho had never herself been in love, she certainly understood the giving aspects of the heart – as an empath, she so loved the world that she gave without any regard for herself. If she could teach the girl one thing, it would be to protect her heart as much as she opens it to give – for heartbreak was a wound that healed with scars. ”You seem troubled by the thought though… what holds you from love?” |
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