And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
Morgan heard the footsteps approaching but did not turn; it was common for people to come by the Sea, as it was hardly as stranded as her usual haunts up in the mountains. Usually they would walk by, maybe look at the water a while, but very few actually spoke to her and none posed a threat.
It was only when Delphia spoke to her that she broke her concentration, the water spirals ebbing away to nothing once more as she glanced across at her. For a moment she considered not answering, the act rather private - she had no patience for skeptics and knew telling someone she was communing with the spirits was opening herself up for potential mockery. It was only when she noticed the glowing orb in Delphia's hand that she considered speaking, curiosity (and recognition of something more than human) catching her mind.
"I am attempting to concentrate and communicate with the spirits in the water." She turned to look back across the ocean for a moment, nodding very slightly to acknowledge those she had been spending time with. Then she stared back at Delphia's hand. "What are you holding?"
It was only when Delphia spoke to her that she broke her concentration, the water spirals ebbing away to nothing once more as she glanced across at her. For a moment she considered not answering, the act rather private - she had no patience for skeptics and knew telling someone she was communing with the spirits was opening herself up for potential mockery. It was only when she noticed the glowing orb in Delphia's hand that she considered speaking, curiosity (and recognition of something more than human) catching her mind.
"I am attempting to concentrate and communicate with the spirits in the water." She turned to look back across the ocean for a moment, nodding very slightly to acknowledge those she had been spending time with. Then she stared back at Delphia's hand. "What are you holding?"
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings
MORGAN
Base Code by Sky!
