04-25-2016, 11:28 PM
Morigan
WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING?
Morigan is glad to discover that the journey to Archam’s herd land is rather short. She’s unused to being pregnant, this being her first, and she’s been finding travel a little more awkward these days - what with the swollen ankles and all.
She sighs happily as Archam stops and turns to face her, announcing that they’ve finally arrived. She steps forward to join him and takes note of the way that he’s suddenly eyeing her - he’s waiting to see her response to the territory. A point in his favour, she thinks. If he was a fraud putting on a charming front, he wouldn’t care about her opinion of his land.
Her brown eyes turn to the land in front of them and a smile slowly crawls across her face. It’s a small territory, but a lovely one, with a clear babbling creek surrounded by thick forest and rich green underbrush. She can just imagine her young son or daughter splashing about in the water, and playing hide and seek in the trees. She turns her speckled head to look at Archam, her smile growing wider. “It’s lovely Archam!”
Her head whips about again, detecting the scent of several other mares. She looks forward to meeting them, though she doesn’t necessarily wish to rush those meetings. “Would you mind giving me a tour?”
She sighs happily as Archam stops and turns to face her, announcing that they’ve finally arrived. She steps forward to join him and takes note of the way that he’s suddenly eyeing her - he’s waiting to see her response to the territory. A point in his favour, she thinks. If he was a fraud putting on a charming front, he wouldn’t care about her opinion of his land.
Her brown eyes turn to the land in front of them and a smile slowly crawls across her face. It’s a small territory, but a lovely one, with a clear babbling creek surrounded by thick forest and rich green underbrush. She can just imagine her young son or daughter splashing about in the water, and playing hide and seek in the trees. She turns her speckled head to look at Archam, her smile growing wider. “It’s lovely Archam!”
Her head whips about again, detecting the scent of several other mares. She looks forward to meeting them, though she doesn’t necessarily wish to rush those meetings. “Would you mind giving me a tour?”
SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND.
No worries! I had trouble with this post too for some reason.
