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[color=red][b][u]Time:[/u][/b][/color] Afternoon
[color=red][b][u]Location:[/u][/b][/color] Morgan’s Mystery Spot
[color=red][b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b][/color] Morgan [@FateWeaver]

Morgan lead Kiara by the hand to his mystery location. Rather, she [i]let[/i] him lead her there by hand, as no man, woman, or monster would ever lead her somewhere that she had no intention of going to in the first place. There were no emotions rolling off of him that she could feed on, at least not yet. Either he was not feeling lustful, or he was getting better at concealing it from her. Kiara wasn’t sure what would be better… neither really, she knew what she wanted, it wasn’t a secret.

They meandered around the lake together, following no particular path. Kiara got distracted along the way, as was common for the faerie. If something was beautiful, she would stop to admire it. [i]Always[/i]. First it was a lavender blue dragonfly so bright that it appeared to be metallic, perched on a cattail emerging from the shoreline. Then it was the perfect sheen of sparkles that the midday sun cast up the ripples of the lake. Lastly a fiery orange and yellow butterfly fluttered past their faces, which Kiara eventually coaxed into landing on her finger. She giggled at the tiny insect, and watched as it settled, slowly moving its wings back and forth until they closed together, making it look like nothing more than a hyper realistic two-dimension drawing.

The butterfly flew away and the pair continued their walk through the woodlands. They hugged the bank of a river as they traversed, nature growing more thick and glorious the further they went from the school. Morgan used his water magick to make easier paths around blockages, though Kiara never had any trouble making her way through the thick woods overgrown brush. There was a sacredness to this forest, pristine and untouched by those who would do it harm. It was as peaceful and lovely as it was powerful, charged with raw elemental magick - the natural kind, as old as time itself.

[color=silver]"I come from a family of traditionalists, I guess,"[/color] Morgan explained as they entered a clearing. There was a huge evergreen that looked an age to perhaps predate the academy itself, and against it the painting she had done for him was perched. Seeing the painting here in this special place stirred up a funny, unrecognizable feeling in her chest, to which she just smiled and continued looking around. [color=silver]"This is my sanctuary. I come here to meditate and practice every morning. If you can't find me at the library or lake, I'm probably here. Normally, I wouldn't dream of showing anyone this place. But..."[/color] Morgan continued, trailing off quietly at the end.

[color=red]”But, you wanted to show me.”[/color] Kiara finished the statement for him, taking a step closer. The earth and grass caressed the bare feet of the earth elemental faerie in response. This place was alive, both in spirit and in magick, and it recognized one of it’s own. Kiara felt equal parts strength and tranquility, moreso here than in any other part of the campus she had discovered so far. [color=red]”This is a sanctuary.”[/color] Kiara concurred before taking another another slow step, closing the distance between them. She extended her arms up to rest on the warlock’s shoulders and loop around his neck. Kiara moved a lock of chestnut hair from his eyes to see them better before returning her hand to its place behind his neck. With her body hugging hip to hip with his, she asked: [color=red]”So, did you bring me here to... [i]meditate[/i]?”[/color]
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