Morgayne
Little Morgayne, bubble gum and black visits Loess once again. Passing back through on her way home before her ‘Daddies’ could remember her and their unusual responsibility for their little sister. She is one of the littlest and most delicate occupants of Pangea, and one of the most mobile. Easily bored and often annoyed at being still, it is lucky she does not have to behave for a mother or father, only be raised by her brothers in a land too lawless to care what trouble she gets up to.
Morgayne has just been back to Sylva to play a game of spying on her mother. Once bored of that she had played in the river until a dirty, bloody woman rose up out of it. “What are you supposed to be?” She had sniped, though sniping is significantly less effective when you are a fluffy pink baby and use the word suppothed. After a brief discussion with the Kensa and poking at it a bit, finding the broken places and imagining them the way they ought to be, she had yawned and gone for a nap in a pile of leaves. It was hard work making sure things were done correctly. When she woke the creature was gone, and Morgayne now rested and weary of Sylva once more, turned back for home.
In Loeth she makes a game of racing around the bladed leaves of agave plants and leaping little nests of spiky cacti. Her progress is thus delayed, and naturally her ungainly legs drop her at last into a small colony of cacti with particularly savage thorns. Morgayne squeals and flails free of the plants hastily, spring away the safety of a patch of ferns. Her blood paints the fronds and she curls her head around to painstakingly ease the broken spines she is able to reach out of the flesh of her barrel. A constellation of red stars decorates the cotton candy sky that is her heaving little side and with each little tug she lisps irritably,“Stupid cactuses.”
when they finally come, what'll you do to them
gonna decimate them like you did to me?
will you leave them stunned and stuttering
