01-26-2016, 07:28 PM
Reposting since the last thread didn't go anywhere. 
Morigan
WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING?
God, she’s not sure how she feels about being back here.
Morigan winces as she steps over the border of the field, brown eyes darting about. The field is much the same as it was the last time she was here, but the faces, the faces are all different. It’s probably a good thing though. There’s no one left for her here - all that were close to her are long gone. And she has no desire to reminisce with old acquaintances.
She’s really, really not sure why she’s come back.
Perhaps part of her is hoping that Ruan is here after all, even though she knows that he too has left Beqanna. It’s been so, so long since she last saw her baby brother, and she misses him every day. But he wouldn’t come back here. There’s no reason to come back here. Their mother is long dead. There’s nothing to tie him here, nothing to bring him back.
She continues her way through the field, for the moment avoiding eye contact with the other horses that have congregated. The field is supposed to be where horses seek out new companions and homes, but she doesn’t feel like talking to anyone, not quite yet anyway.
She settles in to a far corner of the field, still looking at the ground. She can’t help but dwell on Ruan. Where is her little brother now? Is he safe? Is he … happy? She certainly hopes so. But there’s no way for her to know.
Morigan winces as she steps over the border of the field, brown eyes darting about. The field is much the same as it was the last time she was here, but the faces, the faces are all different. It’s probably a good thing though. There’s no one left for her here - all that were close to her are long gone. And she has no desire to reminisce with old acquaintances.
She’s really, really not sure why she’s come back.
Perhaps part of her is hoping that Ruan is here after all, even though she knows that he too has left Beqanna. It’s been so, so long since she last saw her baby brother, and she misses him every day. But he wouldn’t come back here. There’s no reason to come back here. Their mother is long dead. There’s nothing to tie him here, nothing to bring him back.
She continues her way through the field, for the moment avoiding eye contact with the other horses that have congregated. The field is supposed to be where horses seek out new companions and homes, but she doesn’t feel like talking to anyone, not quite yet anyway.
She settles in to a far corner of the field, still looking at the ground. She can’t help but dwell on Ruan. Where is her little brother now? Is he safe? Is he … happy? She certainly hopes so. But there’s no way for her to know.
SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND.