Posted on August 17, 2012 at 03:32:48 AM by morgan
 morgan ----- by eli out of caylee Morgan has forgotten how much her mood can follow the weather. It has been a long time – perhaps since she’d last lived on Atlantis with any degree of permanence – since she has been under such a deluge of rain, not to mention the occasional clap of thunder and bolt of lightning. Had she cared more about the place, she would have been worried about one of the flashes sparking a fire in the little copse of trees in which she has been hiding (sulking, more like) during the storms. She hasn’t attempted to find Isoke and Brienne, knowing that they love the Ridge and her foul mood would only upset them. As Morgan stands amongst the dripping pines, her mane plastered to her neck and her forelock covering her dark eyes, she can feel herself beginning to get worked up again. She flicks her sodden tail as best she can to keep her head clear. All this time to herself has not been good for her, but she hasn’t wanted to taint Brienne’s innocence with her hostility. And because she never knows when the gold and white filly will be with her mother, Isoke has been off limits as well. She clacks her teeth together, aggravated for some unknown reason. She looks up broodingly at the sky, her flat ears wanting to sink further into her poll when she doesn’t see any break in the swirling clouds. The heat may have gone down, but the humidity has ratcheted up, leaving the air thick and heavy and very uncomfortable. Her breath almost doesn’t cut through the air as she snorts with irritation. Salvation comes in the form of Isoke’s voice, carrying easily on the blowing wind. The tone surprises Morgan; she has not heard it since before the traumatic event that had been Brienne’s conception. It assures Morgan that her best friend is not in danger, but she moves immediately to meet her anyway, sending a returning whinny as she pushes her way between the branches. Her saturated smoky hide looks positively black as she trots across the unwillingly familiar ground. She’s nothing more than a shadow in the weather-darkened day. She doesn’t even remember how long it will be until the sun is supposed to set, not that she thinks they’ll see it today; she has also forgotten the last time it had appeared through the clouds. Her eyes unconsciously look around for any herd members that may have decided to follow the sounds of their voices. She isn’t in any mood to deal with them (but when is she ever?), so she just prays that she can make it to Isoke without any interference. She finally spots the black and white mare and is unsurprised to see the gold and white filly beside her. Seeing Brienne warms Morgan’s heart, and although she would never admit it out loud, the beautiful girl is on the top of the list of things for which Morgan is jealous of Isoke. Her entire stocky body feels less restricted as she joins her family at the edge of the sand, eyes brighter and lips quirked up in a scantly used smile. The crashing waves are barely audible over the howling wind. ”Not exactly the best time or place for a chat, is it?” she says dryly, bumping her nose in greeting against Isoke’s neck and then Brienne’s. She doesn’t ask the reason for the summons, having a feeling she already knows. She’s been expecting this – the only surprise is that it’s taken so long. five - smoky grulla - mixed - 16hh |
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