the wispmother had retired following the children's final feeding of the day. she would not return until deep in the night. after a flare of playful energy like the brief warmth of a summer cloudburst, the children had fallen into a delicate sleep. or so the listener had thought. a second glance revealed that @Morgra was still awake. the listener leaned in to inspect the girl, curious.
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March 27, 2022, 11:38 PM
It was the time of night when they usually slept, bellies full and minds exhausted from the day. But Morgra did not feel tired. She felt restless and her eyes followed the shadows that danced along the walls. They stopped their exploration when they met the two-toned gaze of her mother.
The pale girl watched and when the listener leaned in, she placed her tiny white paw on the dark, velvet muzzle. Of all things that pulled at her curiously, her mother was of most interest to her. Morgra would watch her and now that she was becoming mobile, she often tried to follow her from the den.
The little druid was mystified by her mother.
The pale girl watched and when the listener leaned in, she placed her tiny white paw on the dark, velvet muzzle. Of all things that pulled at her curiously, her mother was of most interest to her. Morgra would watch her and now that she was becoming mobile, she often tried to follow her from the den.
The little druid was mystified by her mother.
March 27, 2022, 11:57 PM
morgra's eyes met hers, startlingly clear and sharp in their awareness. a child with the soul of a druid. she represented the unnamed god's greatest gift: new life. she belonged to the listener, as they all did, but first they had belonged to their god.
the listener blinked at the faint pressure of a tiny paw against her muzzle. she nosed the girl's foot gently before her muzzle descended for an inspection, sniffing and snorting and nudging morgra in a manner that could have been called playful. if the young druid responded in kind, the listener would gently mouth her and allow her to wrestle with her muzzle. else she would set to grooming the girl.
the listener blinked at the faint pressure of a tiny paw against her muzzle. she nosed the girl's foot gently before her muzzle descended for an inspection, sniffing and snorting and nudging morgra in a manner that could have been called playful. if the young druid responded in kind, the listener would gently mouth her and allow her to wrestle with her muzzle. else she would set to grooming the girl.
March 28, 2022, 12:40 AM
The inspection made the girl wriggle in excitement. She placed her other paw on the other side of the slender muzzle and started to chew on her mother's lips and nose.
Eventually, Morgra would settle enough to allow her mother to clean her puppy soft fur. The pale girl occasionally tried to groom the listener in return, but it ended up being nothing more than swipes of her tongue through the air that never found their mark.
Eventually, Morgra would settle enough to allow her mother to clean her puppy soft fur. The pale girl occasionally tried to groom the listener in return, but it ended up being nothing more than swipes of her tongue through the air that never found their mark.
March 29, 2022, 01:24 PM
the prophet's firstborn proved eager to use teeth she had yet to develop. the listener entertained morgra's toothy aspirations fondly, reminded of her own youth. aware that her child's liveliness would be all too ephemeral at this quiet hour, she remained gentle and obliging until morgra settled and allowed herself to be groomed. in this task, the listener was diligent; her children were kept pristine, as befitted their status as scions of divinity.
when she had finished, she began to speak.
only time would tell if morgra would live up to her name, or create for herself a new legacy entirely.
when she had finished, she began to speak.
morgra,the prophet whispered reverently, as she often did. she would know her name in time; they all would.
i named you for the wispmother, she who gave you to me. she who gave me the greatest gift: perfection.
only time would tell if morgra would live up to her name, or create for herself a new legacy entirely.
March 29, 2022, 01:55 PM
Morgra liked to be clean, though she didn't understand the preference to its full extent yet. She was always cooperative during grooming. She liked the attention, too, of course.
Her mother spoke and she was the sole focus of the tiny girl once more. There was the word used almost any time the listener spoke directly to future prophet. Soon, she would understand what it meant—it was a knowing within her soul. She would soon begin to understand her importance to the future of the druids, as well.
For now, she hung on every one of her mother's words, desperate to understand them past her basic understanding of tone and feeling.
Perfection—That word made her tiny little heart jump within her pale chest. She knew she must understand that before anything else, but she wished she knew why.
Her puppy blue eyes were knowing and questioning as they remained glued to the listener. She was eager to hear more, to understand.
Her mother spoke and she was the sole focus of the tiny girl once more. There was the word used almost any time the listener spoke directly to future prophet. Soon, she would understand what it meant—it was a knowing within her soul. She would soon begin to understand her importance to the future of the druids, as well.
For now, she hung on every one of her mother's words, desperate to understand them past her basic understanding of tone and feeling.
Perfection—That word made her tiny little heart jump within her pale chest. She knew she must understand that before anything else, but she wished she knew why.
Her puppy blue eyes were knowing and questioning as they remained glued to the listener. She was eager to hear more, to understand.
May 06, 2022, 12:13 PM
intelligence glimmered in those blue eyes, blue as the sea beyond the black waters of the druids' sacred isles. blue as the realm of spirits. all three of her children had been born with this hue. perhaps it meant something.
the listener smiled on her only daughter, a rare and terrible sight on her haggard features. that she favored morgra above the others was a secret best guarded by her keeper, but in these moments of solitude she allowed herself weakness.
more, but less... as was the listener herself.
they faced a different fork in the road, one created only for them. the path of light beckoned even now. at the end of it, god; creation. but there is always a price. perhaps her children would rage against it, rebel, betray, kill; perhaps they would go gladly to their fates. the result would be the same in the end, decided by their strength. only two paths were left to them.
divinity, or destruction.
the listener smiled on her only daughter, a rare and terrible sight on her haggard features. that she favored morgra above the others was a secret best guarded by her keeper, but in these moments of solitude she allowed herself weakness.
you are small now, weak as i once was. one day you will be as i am now. powerful. divine. a leader,a speaker, she hoped fervently.
you will speak the will of the unnamed god.one day she knew those she had chosen would leave, follow their own ambitions; it was natural, expected even. the unnamed god did not give gifts to those who would squander them, and the spirits called even the most faithful to unexpected fates. but those born of divinity... they would be more.
more, but less... as was the listener herself.
they faced a different fork in the road, one created only for them. the path of light beckoned even now. at the end of it, god; creation. but there is always a price. perhaps her children would rage against it, rebel, betray, kill; perhaps they would go gladly to their fates. the result would be the same in the end, decided by their strength. only two paths were left to them.
divinity, or destruction.
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