09-08-2014, 02:40 AM
Morgan's hair and the slight blurring of her speech is misleading. It does offer a more stereotypical vantage from which to view her, to judge her. Garou of Stag, no doubt. With her complexion and build one could be forgiven for assuming much about her auspice were it not for that slow burn to her aura, the telltale flicker of Rage hot in the air around her as she moves; threaded into every twist and shift of her musculature.
She's tall and lean, but weak of will; of character, decidedly not.
Not with the way her pale eyes flash to the Garou beside her as he calls her his equal; measuring him with that title before her eyes flick back to the task at hand, leading him toward the huge, towering formations she'd been shown earlier herself. Toward the place where the air felt colder by degrees and the tug of otherwordly forces grow stronger.
"Whirlwin'," she tries out and nods, as if he's settled the matter. "I like that. I'm from Maine, Portland direct. My family is there, we've been part o'the Sept of Four Flames for a few generations. Well -" she smiles, but it's brief. A flicker at the edge of her lips. "Until recently, anyway."
The Fianna stops when they're close, the giant formations looming tall in the distance. She points. Looks a moment, then glances at the No Moon. "Just there. Y'feel it?"
She's tall and lean, but weak of will; of character, decidedly not.
Not with the way her pale eyes flash to the Garou beside her as he calls her his equal; measuring him with that title before her eyes flick back to the task at hand, leading him toward the huge, towering formations she'd been shown earlier herself. Toward the place where the air felt colder by degrees and the tug of otherwordly forces grow stronger.
"Whirlwin'," she tries out and nods, as if he's settled the matter. "I like that. I'm from Maine, Portland direct. My family is there, we've been part o'the Sept of Four Flames for a few generations. Well -" she smiles, but it's brief. A flicker at the edge of her lips. "Until recently, anyway."
The Fianna stops when they're close, the giant formations looming tall in the distance. She points. Looks a moment, then glances at the No Moon. "Just there. Y'feel it?"