04-11-2016, 02:54 AM
There's a little nod from the redhead.
"I know it," Morgan affirms with what must amount to pride from the Fianna, the way her spine straightens and she swings her arms out at her sides as they walk. She quietens as they approach other wolves from the Sept, her thumbs linking through the loops of her jeans and her palms sliding down to wedge in her back pockets.
There's the sense of her, though. Across the totemlink, the impression of the young Ahroun's curiosity (and no small flicker of her uncertainty). For all that Firebrand was a tall creature with piercing, pale eyes and the slow burn of a full moon's rage, she was still, buried shallowly beneath it, barely more than a teenager.
"I know it," Morgan affirms with what must amount to pride from the Fianna, the way her spine straightens and she swings her arms out at her sides as they walk. She quietens as they approach other wolves from the Sept, her thumbs linking through the loops of her jeans and her palms sliding down to wedge in her back pockets.
There's the sense of her, though. Across the totemlink, the impression of the young Ahroun's curiosity (and no small flicker of her uncertainty). For all that Firebrand was a tall creature with piercing, pale eyes and the slow burn of a full moon's rage, she was still, buried shallowly beneath it, barely more than a teenager.