Ruieze Fields

Open fields and soft grass...
Ruieze stretches far in the midlands of Moladion, laced with streams that feed into Diveen and out of Asteraia at times. The fields are vast, filled with wildflowers and tall, soft grass; trees are sparse, as are rocks, but one can find small shrubs to hide amongst, and the grass itself. To the south of the fields, a Ruieze River widens, and the ground becomes sandy. There is a small, grassy island that can be reached from the banks, with water-birds often congregating on the island rather than the riverbanks.

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Morrigan flicked an ear at the sound of the approach of another- his steps were not concealed, not hostile, and as such she found no need to worry. She turned towards him with a raised eyebrow and a curious tilt of her head, waiting to see what his intentions were. He had a meal with him that he promptly drops on the ground, and her stomach gives a pang at the thought of something other than meat tainted by swamp-muck. His words made her smirk. "Very bold. I can appreciate that." The deep russet assassin chuckled and turned her body fully towards him, tail giving a few amiable wags.

She tilted her head again as he went on about his intentions. By his slow approach and amusing words she had already gathered that he was simply seeking companionship, but Morrigan supposed in this world one could never be too careful. "And to you, I've no ill will either." She said in reply to his deep tones, glancing down at the deer leg that looked incredibly tantalizing. "I'm grateful for this very appetizing offer." The girl dropped her muzzle towards the leg, taking a bite and swallowing before glancing back up as her new companion mentions moon rocks on the island.

"Moon rocks? You think that's true? Very intriguing, if so." Morrigan cast a glance towards the island, her white-ringed eyes scanning the shores, but it was too far away to make out much of anything. "Perhaps when the weather gets warm again we should swim over and see."

She returned her gaze towards the male, a characteristic smirk on her face, wagging her tail in response to his own. "My name is Morrigan. Who are you, stranger who has brought me a meal?" Morrigan's voice is dry and sarcastic but intelligent, and her eyes twinkle with humor and the same sort of sharpness to her voice.

Morrigan
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