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Mara Tabris & Morrigan with the 6 of Cups for DWC! Happy Friday!
Thanks for the prompt! Had some fun with this one, Morrigan's speech patterns are just so interesting to work with! @dadrunkwriting
Six of Cups: nostalgia, reconnecting with people from the past, harmony for Mara Tabris & Morrigan
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“Hey Mog.” The witch turned, her face a storm of emotions that even Mara couldn’t read, eventually settling into a wry smile. “You know I hate that nickname.” Mara chuckled. “I know.” “Why are you even here? You cannot hope to gain anything here. You must know that your presence won’t stop me from doing what needs to be done,” on her last words, Morrigan tilted her head, eyes sweeping over the eluvian and the crackling energy that laid within it. Mara rolled her eyes, “I’m not here to stop you Morrigan.” “Oh then why are you here? Pray do tell? What possible reason could you be here; to get information from me? I won’t tell you where the child is except that he is safe and you will not find him.” “I don’t fucking care about any of that okay? Look, maybe its stupid, but I just wanted to see my friend one last time. I don’t know, share a drink or something for old times sake. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” The words visibly rattled Morrigan, and she stared at Mara just blinking before she spoke again. “Truly? That is- that is all you wish?” Mara snorted, “yes, that and to see if you needed any help, but honestly, I’m not even sure I could begin to understand what is going on with that thing,” she said, gesturing to the portal. “Whatever will you do without me there to explain all the magical things you come across in your journey?”
“You would definitely have been able to prevent the ‘great wraith escapade’ as Zev calls it.” “Very well, pour me a glass. One last drink between friends,” she glanced over Mara, “I do hope you brought some though.” Mara rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small, sealed bottle, the glass dark with amber liquid swirling behind it. “If you see Zev, don’t tell him that this is where it went,” she said with a wink. Next, in the manner of a fake magician at a child’s party she produced two very banged up traveling mugs, made of tin with the enamel beginning to fall off around the handle. Still she produced one over to Morrigan with a flourish. As if it were a gaudy and bejeweled goblet, not bought at the market for a few copper. The amber liquor gurgled as it poured out of the bottle and into the cups. With a sad smile, Mara raised her cup in a silent toast to Morrigan, letting the liquid flow down her throat, tasting the honey sweetness and spices on her throat. Biting her lip, Morrigan raised her own glass, her brow furrowed. “To the friend I never thought I would have,” raising her own mug to her lips, closing her eyes as she drunk. The two were interrupted as the magic within the portal crackled, the air filling with static. Morrigan looked round at it, eyes wide, looking between Mara and the portal with darting eyes. Mara just nodded, the pain of acceptance resting in the knots of her shoulders. “See you round Mog.” And then the witch was gone.