It seems Morrighan has startled the mare as she comes up behind her. Not sure whether she will lash out, she's about to ready her fire, but relaxes when she hears an apology. At least for now, there's nothing to fight and she can lower her weapon.Insomnia appears to be their unwanted mutual friend. However, the woman is right, this is practically a Court for insomniacs with Caligo and their connection to the moon. She can't remember ever feeling as alive during the day as she does at night. It's as if the nightfall and moonlight fuel her fire more than the sun.
"You've got that right," she replies with the faintest of smiles on her face- or maybe it's a trick of the shadows.
Castalla, she says, a name still vaguely familiar. Perhaps she's heard Isra or Antiope mention her in passing. For now she seems okay and not like an idiot, so Morr will give her a chance. She nods, watching her breath turn to mist in front of her. "Morrighan." She oddly doesn't bother with her title, either from laziness or the assumption that Castalla would already know of the Warden.
The invitation is a bit unexpected, but she finds herself agreeing to it. After all, if they both couldn't sleep, why not do something productive? "Sure," she says and continues on beside the woman.
"I take it you're a soldier? How long have you been here?" Morrighan asks, surprised by her own willingness to engage in small talk. Maybe she really was tired and delirious.
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