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Sometimes, when, for example, sitting near a pure, untouched stream, it was easy to forget the untold horrors Morgan could see ready to unfold. She could forget she'd bound her milpreve to her forehead to show her commitment to sorcery and the fey.
She could forget that, in the darkening skies of the dusky twilight, her eyes wouldn't glint and reflect the dim lighting like a cat's, one dark violet and one dark green, revealing her presence and her nature.
In a rare moment of silly amusement, Morgan tugged on a blade of grass until it blossomed into a lily, with absurd pink colors for a wildflower. Let whoever stumbled across it think it some sort of omen.
Rustling on the wind around her clued Morgan in to who it would be that would find her gift. A girl, by the sounds of it. But there was something off... Oh, this would be an entertaining encounter. Morgan grinned even as she backed away from the flower and disguised herself among the fauna.
She could forget that, in the darkening skies of the dusky twilight, her eyes wouldn't glint and reflect the dim lighting like a cat's, one dark violet and one dark green, revealing her presence and her nature.
In a rare moment of silly amusement, Morgan tugged on a blade of grass until it blossomed into a lily, with absurd pink colors for a wildflower. Let whoever stumbled across it think it some sort of omen.
Rustling on the wind around her clued Morgan in to who it would be that would find her gift. A girl, by the sounds of it. But there was something off... Oh, this would be an entertaining encounter. Morgan grinned even as she backed away from the flower and disguised herself among the fauna.
