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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DISTILL THE LIFE THAT'S INSIDE OF ME
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Posted on December 3, 2015 at 10:34:03 PM by MORRIGAN



She was enjoying this as well. It was refreshing to converse with another, outside of any context, and simply find a rhythm that both could follow. Morrigan had had little time for conversation, most of her life, especially with one who was a stranger to her. She had stuck tightly to her adopted father's group and rarely spoke to anyone outside of it. It was strange how that had cultivated an innate distrust of the outside world which was only now beginning to be changed. It was a very limiting viewpoint but it had hardly been the assassin's fault, as a young girl she had been watched and guarded like a treasure, and trained to see the world as her enemy.

But now Morrigan was realizing that the world was not her enemy at all. It held wolves like Taika, or her newfound companion. There were things to be learned from all walks of life, she was realizing, not just the ones that she had weight in. She listened to him speak, and give his name- Roman, she committed to memory- and tell some of his story. The woman had to admit that he was interesting, the way he spoke and carried himself said that something was hidden behind his amiable smile.

"I am no stranger to fighting other people's battles." Morrigan said with a half-smile. "No stranger to being a stranger, either." The words were meant as a solidarity of sorts- perhaps their pasts had not been the same, but similar enough to notice. The russet girl had not spent much time lately reflecting on her past, as she once had done. It was over now, history. Like her name, her real parents, her adopted father. All that stayed with her was the skills she had been taught over her five long years.

"There is a wolf, Taika, who speaks of a loose-knit group, gypsies they're called. I think they do much of what you say. Perhaps I can take you on a little tour of my own, and then see if we can find them? I think it will benefit both of us, to not be strangers..." Morrigan looked up at him and smiled, her tail giving a few thumps up against the ground. She would not be adverse to spending time by his side, but she also didn't want to exclude herself from something bigger than just the two of them.

Morrigan
five - no home - no heart - no soul


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