#something quick for today

[somebody025]

Willscuella may event day 3!

#3: without you

[starscream-is-my-wife]

AI without the ‘I’

[madrigaaaaaaart]

⌛🐀🐀🐀

[shih-coulda-had-it]

idk what you wanted me to do

[neapolitan-cat]

Day 02 - trinkets

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Robron Week 2021 - Day 2 - Quote

[praisepinkerton]

Day 167:

Sprout spent many an evening lying by BogSprout’s grave, telling her his problems. They had been apart for some time, but before her end they had been getting along quite well. She was always a good listener, he felt better talking to her even though he knew she couldn’t hear him anymore.

BudSprout sometimes finds her mate lying by his past mate’s grave. Does he miss her that much? Is he unhappy with her? First she lost her cousin and now this...can nothing go right in this clan?

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I wanted another piece for BudSprout and I could only think of drama.

[greetingsfromrivain]

Dusk

In which Morrigan finds herself caring for others, and doesn’t like it one bit.

As the shadows of the trees grew darker and longer, and the sky’s pink began to fade into a deeper purple, Morrigan finally started to let herself acknowledge the racing of her heart and lightness of her head.

She sat under a large tree, with the unconscious warden’s head in her lap, as she worked her healing magic on the girl.  Less and less light peaked through the treetops, and it seemed as if the fade was actively working against her.  

In this moment she remembered being younger and foolish, asking her mother for more healing lessons.  Her mother had laughed and told her she had learned enough.  “Enough for whom, I wonder.” Morrigan said through gritted teeth, to no one in particular.  

A gust of wind blew through, and a chill went through her.  “Come now,” she snapped, to the fade or to the warden or to anything at all, “I will not allow this.”  She made a final, snapping movement, a desperate pull at the veil, and the warden’s eyes fluttered open.  

Morrigan’s shoulders dropped and she finally exhaled.  She allowed herself to steady her breathing for a few moments before she spoke. “Ah, so she wakes.”

“Morrigan?” Luna’s large brown eyes met her’s, and then she looked around, “What happened? Why-”

Morrigan began to get up, and Luna moved her head just in time to not hit it against the hard ground.  She winced, holding her head.  Morrigan held in her sigh.

“You finally mastered your owl form.” Morrigan said casually, brushing the dirt from her skirt.

Luna sat up at attention, injury almost forgotten and eyes lit up, but before she could speak Morrigan continued, “And promptly crashed into a tree.”

This seemed to faze Luna little.  She looked up at the tree with only minor offense, and then back up at Morrigan.  Her eyes were clear and full of determination; foolish girl.

“But I mastered the form, that is what you said?”

Morrigan meant to scoff, but it came out as more of an exasperated chuckle instead.  “Yes, warden, that is what I said.  But your....technique, leaves much to be desired.”

Luna stood up quickly, and a small stumble in the place of her usual grace betrayed her. “We can try again, can’t we?  There’s enough daylight for at least one more time, isn’t there? 

“In my experience, the dead do not master the art of shape shifting nearly as well.” Morrigan began to walk back towards camp, and she heard the light, quick steps of the warden catching up to her, “You should see the healer.”

“She does have a name, Morrigan.” Luna chided.  Morrigan rolled her eyes.

“It isn’t so bad.” Luna’s head was held high, her grin proud, “It doesn’t hurt nearly as badly as the last time I hit my head.”

“A habit of yours, is it?” Morrigan said, “That would explain a few things.”

“Always the charmer.” Luna responded with an eyeroll of her own.  Morrigan smirked as they made their way to the clearing where the camp was, night almost fully settling in above them and the fire providing the only brightness as far as the eye could see.

As Morrigan was about to make her way to her own little camp, she heard Luna’s voice.  “Morrigan?”

Morrigan turned her head over her shoulder.  “Yes, warden?”

Luna smiled, full of warmth. “Thank you for healing me.”

She was always polite, and yet Morrigan was still caught off guard.  “You...you are welcome.” Morrigan murmured.  

Luna grinned, and started to make her way towards the healer-to Wynne.  She turned around and started walking backwards, “We’ll practice more tomorrow, won’t we?” Luna called to her, still smiling.  Morrigan nodded, and Luna’s eyes lit up and spun back around to walk facing forward.

Morrigan made her way to her camp far more quickly than before, as if afraid of something following her.

DA100 #6, Friends