"I find myself relating to some of it, be it that our natures are inherently different. Perhaps that is why I should want to converse on the subject..." Her voice softened.
"If it is a discomfort you are willing to bear."
Morgana smiled in recognition; there was a certain comfort in Camille's words and a satisfying cadence to the thought she put into them.
"Beautiful shades of grey, is what most of us are." She agreed. "The most important stories are perhaps the ones we tell ourselves."
β
Luminous irises flicker briefly to shades of amber before finding themselves back at passive azure when approached, the lenses of her eyes following motion being all that moves from otherwise eternally patient stillness.
β Heroism seems so βΈ» categorical. β·Μ²
β
"Human fragility and steel resilience. A human soul, but crafted flesh. You used to be fully human and now..." Her eyes attempted to meet hers, a soft lavender glow glazing over her otherwise blue eyes. "You are something else."
She paused, considering the weight of her words.
She wished that more would, if she were to be honest. She had stopped offering ages ago.
" I must be doing my job correctly, then. " She giggled, " I seek to spark thought. Feeling. I hope it has not been too burdensome? "
It was a rarity that Morgana found herself in the company of a celestial-adjacent being that she could bear a moment with. It was... Unsurprisingly uncommon how little they were concerned with sharing the pleasantries of mundane life that humanity carried and that
Morgana had quickly become a presence Leona adored; she brought out the best in the solar aspect in ways she did not entirely understand. Unlike many, Morgana understood the burdens, the expectations, and the struggles of Aspecthood.
She felt like coming home in many ways. --
" A thought spared for myself ? I should consider myself lucky. " She smiled, soft lavender gaze analyzing the other's movement. " Your presence heralds a warmth that I hardly feel from the rest of my visitors. The feeling is mutual. Very few wish to remain for tea. "
She stopped herself. Breath catching in her throat. " It was mostly father, my sister, and I. War raged in the worldβ We were everything we had. It was us against everything else. "
" This is not how I envisioned our reunion. " She huffed, noticing the lilac fabric and raising her gaze to meet his.
There was hesitation. Mauve flickers of swirling energy gently sprouted from her hand, absorbed by the material, she observed quietly.
Then she allowed her
The man's eyes flickered shut a moment, a soft exhale escaping his lips before reaching for the hem of his cloak.
He wrapped his hand lightly in the pale lilac fabric, offering it to the angel. "It's petricite in nature, so it's safe for you to take my hand.
"I'm willing toβ
hand to slowly fall onto his.
" But I would be a fool not to accept a kindness offered. " She sighed, her gaze drifting to the side. " It's an old tale, friend. We were human, once, you know? A somewhat regular family. Father was a craftsman, Mihira was... "
The shift weighed heavy on the celestial, hardly missing a beat from the cold running through him. A touchier subject than she had intended.
" Right to the point, indeed. " She sighed. " She was not always as she is now. Fury... " Her head shook slightly.
He blanched for a fraction of a moment, jaw clenched before easing.
"Step siblings. Renounced the moment I stole back my freedom, but besides the point."
Talon softened, his amber hues searching her own. "I take it Righteous Fury is weighing on you."
"Not at all, but a sense of decorum after so long feels apt." He replied as he flipped back his hood, the corner of his lips curled into a faint smile.
"Copper for your thoughts, my Hellebore?"
A reminder of spring is always welcome. I am sure /she/ would be most grateful. "
Morgana leads the way to a small wooden table, offering a place on a chair and sitting by another nearby.
" Your presence is welcome, Aspect of the Sun. "
" Melancholy is not something easy to aid, but a warm tea, and a warm presence to make new memories is what my advice would call for. It seems as though you need not my council after allβ "
A soft, controlled giggle ran through the celestial.
" Try floral tea. Any you've gotβ
"To provide a lovely experience and warm company, a tea meant to be shared over good conversation and a warm hearth."
She doesn't fight the soft laugh that passes her lips, a flustered little chuckle as Morgana chooses to play along.
"After all, Demacian nights are cold--
" Are we to refer to one another by our titles, now? " She offered a small smile.
" You find me at a... Rather melancholic time, I am afraid. What of you, old friend? "