M
orrigan did not know what drove her out of the warmth of her home that night. Perhaps it was the moon, shining and full, a cold sun that gilded everything in sight in its pale glow. Paired with the stars that twinkled with their own light against the inky sky, the view called to her very blood, and made her heart ache with the insatiable need to be among them. Soaring and free. But trapped down here in mortal flesh, without wings to give her flight, she had to content herself with merely gazing at the sky, a faint, wistful smile on her face. Stepping down from her doorway she began a comfortable trot down her street, her hips swinging and gait light. Everything was awash in the purples, deep blues and greys of the night, and occasionally the shadows were penetrated by the soft glow of a candle flickering from within a window, heralding the presence of other nocturnal creatures. Morrigan herself switched between being nocturnal and diurnal frequently, depending on her need for quiet and darkness. Currently she was in a daytime oriented schedule, and as such her impromptu midnight walkabout was quite a hiccup in her sleeping pattern, but she couldn't bring herself to care. A few minutes later, Morrigan pricked her ears as the tell tale sounds of someone training reached her. Altering her path, she veered away from the road and weaved her way through houses and shops before finding herself standing at the edge of a courtyard. What awaited her take a step forward, her breath caught in her throat and eyes wide. "...A-Aislinn?..." Her voice was weak and filled with hope, unlike her usual confident and snarky tone. While she couldn't see much of the pegasus' features, her movements were proof enough, Morrigan had spent countless hours studying that technique, and knew it as well as her own. While she had left the gypsies primarily to find herself, and a place where she truly belonged, another important factor was that she wanted to find her. When Aislinn left, Morrigan had felt as if a part of her had left too, for while all of the Rahilah Gypsies were her sisters, there were none she was as closer to than Aislinn. Rushing forward on unsure legs, joy abundant upon her face, she skidded to a stop a few paces away from her sister. "Aislinn...". A smile spread on her face, soft and kind. She cocked her head and the smile morphed into a wild grin, lighting in her eyes. "How's it going soul sister?"
@Aislinn
