Morigan
WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING?
It doesn’t take long for someone to approach her, though she really shouldn’t be surprised. In the world of Beqanna, Morigan sticks out, just a little bit. Though uncommon colours are becoming more common by the day, purple spots are still an oddity. It makes sense that she would be approached - she’s a curiosity.
The first stallion is a bit of a curiosity himself though. He’s the palest thing she’s ever seen, with a pair of unsettling, blood red eyes. But appearance aside, he seems friendly enough. He bobs his head in greeting and introduces himself. Daey. A pleasant enough name.
She’s about to open her mouth to offer her name when yet another stallion joins them - a muscular spotted chestnut, with mismatched eyes of blue and brown.
She shrinks a little then, just for a moment. She’s not entirely sure what to do with all this attention. She’s been mostly isolated for her entire life, only ever living with her mother, and then just with her little brother. A quiet existence. She’s barely even talked to anyone outside of her immediately family. And here she is, now faced with two strangers.
But she is the one that had chosen to come back here, even if she doesn’t know why. She has to face it, at the very least.
Her brown eyes return to the stallions, and she forces an awkward smile. “I’m Morigan. It’s a pleasure to meet the both of you.” Well, here goes nothing.
SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND.