Amnesiac Dragon

[divinefellblood]

Reversed Mirror.

manakete-morgan

There was little that could be said or done that could throw Morgana through a loop. Meeting a version of herself- a manaket version who knew both her parents well that would leave her speechless.

It was odd. Almost as if she was looking in a mirror however the sound of the others heartbeat made it obvious that this was not a mirror.

“Who- who are you.”

[manakete-morgan]

Morgan took a step back as she looked at the person before her. This, duplicate of her made her unsure how to feel. "I-I'm Morgan... And you are?"

[pirrueta-deactivated20150126]

fe fandom, if you’d be willing to interact with an olivia would you please like/reblog this? thank you!! <3

[alrighte]

[brow-deactivated20200621]

i swear if all of you dont reblog this i will cry

[eunnieboo]

i’m slowly working my way through the support log but when i married tiki and saw beautiful green-haired morgan i had to drop everything and draw her

[manakete-morgan]

Robin had found out he was Grima and was growing a bit sick as the truth. The mark on his hand was bright and beckoning and he had lost his wife in a battle. Life was growing harder and harder and Robin was feeling ready to give up.

Morgan was saddened by the loss of her mother. She knew her father would be taking it hard as well, so she moved to sit beside her upset father. "A lot of people miss her dad…. She was the Voice and all…."

[dark-flier-robin-deactivated201]

He held her tightly, sighing. “Maybe…maybe we should…”

[manakete-morgan]

She nodded and squirmed free of his grasp. She stood up and help a hand out to help her father up. A weak smile coming to her face.

[manakete-morgan]

"Morgan?" asked Felix, poking his head inside the tent. "Are you in here?" (Random starter ask from my silly tactician muse attempt because reasons???)

(I don’t think I’ve seen you before.)Morgan peaked out of her box and tilted her head. "Yes?"

[themagnusignis]

Noting the motion, Felix turned around and looked at the book in his daughter’s hand. He carefully stepped over, examining it carefully before shaking his head. This wasn’t the tome he was looking for, though it was from the same collection. He was internally amused to see that Tiki had it.

[manakete-morgan]

Morgan looked up at her father, unsure where they should look next. She stopped to think a moment before walking with him out of the tent. "How about the barracks?"

[lordofdarkshadows]

send "towel" for my muse's reaction to seeing yours in nothing but a towel

do specify which muse

[manakete-morgan]

Robin had found out he was Grima and was growing a bit sick as the truth. The mark on his hand was bright and beckoning and he had lost his wife in a battle. Life was growing harder and harder and Robin was feeling ready to give up.

Morgan was saddened by the loss of her mother. She knew her father would be taking it hard as well, so she moved to sit beside her upset father. "A lot of people miss her dad…. She was the Voice and all…."

[dark-flier-robin-deactivated201]

He pulled Morgan tightly into his arms. “You are truly the best thing your Mother and I did.” Tears brimming in his eyes. “You’re so much like her.”

[manakete-morgan]

She frowned and hugged her father back. "Th-Thanks father.... Perhaps you should get some rest.... Don't you think?" Tears were starting to come to her eyes now as well. Her father was going to pass out at this rate and she wanted to help him.

[manakete-morgan]

Here Felix was again sitting right next to the box that Morgan was in. A moment passed before he lightly rapped on it. In his hand was a bag containing something he figured she might appreciate. "I come bearing peaches."

"Why?" Was all she asked from in the box.

[brutal-tactician-felix-deactiva]

"I figure as long as you stay in the box, and you tend to do that a lot, it’s alright. Your father’s out on an errand and I’ve been given orders to guard you. And yes, those orders did come with a glare from your mother that basically said ‘I don’t trust you, if one hair is out of place you’re food.’"

Now watch as he magically returns and I look like a liar… again. Those words ran through the Tactician’s mind instantly and bitterly, having been caught in quite a compromising situation, telling the truth, and then somehow having it thrown right back in his face.

[manakete-morgan]

She nodded lightly. "Fair enough I suppose." She was unsure what to say. The man made her nervous, so she unsure what to do.

[manakete-morgan]

Robin had found out he was Grima and was growing a bit sick as the truth. The mark on his hand was bright and beckoning and he had lost his wife in a battle. Life was growing harder and harder and Robin was feeling ready to give up.

Morgan was saddened by the loss of her mother. She knew her father would be taking it hard as well, so she moved to sit beside her upset father. "A lot of people miss her dad.... She was the Voice and all...."

[manakete-morgan]

Hey, I know you've been pretty discouraged about this blog, but keep trying. Don't give up. The threads you've had since then were pretty good.

(Thank you.)

[manakete-morgan]

"Morgan?" asked Felix, poking his head inside the tent. "Are you in here?" (Random starter ask from my silly tactician muse attempt because reasons???)

(I don’t think I’ve seen you before.)Morgan peaked out of her box and tilted her head. "Yes?"

[themagnusignis]

Felix quietly stepped to one side of the tent, slowly searching through what he knew was Tiki’s bag of equipment. Very little was inside besides a few dragon stones and a wind tome, though…

[manakete-morgan]

  Morgan absent-mindedly searched around the table and drawers of her mother. She found a book that matched as her father described and pulled it out, motioning him over. She was unsure if it was even the right book.

[your-logic-is-useless]

[wingedhero-deactivated20131020]

For every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

[manakete-morgan]

Here Felix was again sitting right next to the box that Morgan was in. A moment passed before he lightly rapped on it. In his hand was a bag containing something he figured she might appreciate. "I come bearing peaches."

"Why?" Was all she asked from in the box.

[brutal-tactician-felix-deactiva]

He was still slightly irritated that he had somehow managed to be known as the camp’s pervert. But having the influence of the Voice would do that. He was only thankful that Chrom was commander and that Chrom knew better. Now if only he could convince the men…

[manakete-morgan]

Morgan looked at Felix again. Why was he just sitting there? "Is there something you want? It's kind of weird that you're just sitting in my tent quietly. It is my tent after all."

[manakete-morgan]

"Morgan?" asked Felix, poking his head inside the tent. "Are you in here?" (Random starter ask from my silly tactician muse attempt because reasons???)

(I don’t think I’ve seen you before.)Morgan peaked out of her box and tilted her head. "Yes?"

[themagnusignis]

"Not at all." he agreed, peering into the tent. "She’s sound asleep still… don’t knock anything over while we look, okay?"

[manakete-morgan]

She smiled and nodded before carefully starting to look around.

[manakete-morgan]

"Morgan?" asked Felix, poking his head inside the tent. "Are you in here?" (Random starter ask from my silly tactician muse attempt because reasons???)

(I don’t think I’ve seen you before.)Morgan peaked out of her box and tilted her head. "Yes?"

[themagnusignis]

"Slow progress is better than no progress." stated Felix as the two of them rounded a corner, a small chuckle escaping him. "Though it’s clear who your sleeping habits come from…"

[manakete-morgan]

She laughed lightly. "Yea... but that doesn't seem like a bad thing." She smiled lightly and walked into her mother's tent.