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"There you go," the golden mare murmured, appearing rather suddenly beside someone. She had reached out - flower stem in her teeth - and rather suddenly attempted to place it in their mane, tucking it neatly as high up as she could reach... which was realistically probably not that far. The little flower was fragrant, with small golden orange petals surrounding a brown cone-like center, and - at least in Morrigan's opinion - looked rather nice on her new companion's neck.

"I'm Morrigan," she murmured, peering intensely up at the individual she'd selected, her expression warm and wholly confident. Though her actions might have been strange, she would not outwardly appear to be confused or otherwise mentally altered. She had simply made her choice, whether they were aware of it before hand or not. Something about their mannerisms had drawn her in, and now that she had picked them, they would have an awfully hard time getting rid of her.

The little roan had lived most of her life alone after her mother had died giving birth to her. She was certain she had a father out there somewhere, but she knew nothing of him. Once, that might have worried her, but now she didn't really mind. She was of the islands the same way the trees and the wind was.

"Where are we going?" She asked with a tilt of her head, the pale flaxen of her forelock drifting across her wide, intelligent brow.