Morgan/Noire; Catch-All

[bloodandblunder]

For any and all things for this duo, Naga help them.

I WILL MAKE THIS LOOK PRETTY LATER.

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[ To Morgan, the Halidom of Ylisse is more at peace than it's ever been. It might not be saying much -- anything seems more peaceful when your memories start at peak conflict -- but witnessing wartorn villages rebuilt, the people flourishing, and fewer battles by the day is an awesome thing. Talks with Plegia never seem to end, sometimes tense and punctuated with strife, but they haven't stopped new travelers and traders from pouring in and building tenuous bridges in the name of profit and adventure.

Morgan's parents grow older, as do their children. How surprised they were to find that Robin's second pregnancy yielded not one, but two. Not surprised as they could have been, perhaps, but questions that had once been easy to ignore came uncomfortably to the forefront. Yet anyone capable of answering those questions was already gone; Lucina first, always the leader, and then slowly but surely the other children as well.

At the time, Morgan couldn't understand why they'd want to leave. Why fight so hard to see your nation restored, only to leave it behind? It felt an awful shame.

Then, seeing his mother and father cradling their newborn twins, he began to see.

He began to take more interest in exploring the Outrealms, citing truthfully that it was better exercise for his noggin. Meeting people from other worlds and participating in outlandish events was unquestionably more interesting than patrolling a peaceful countryside or checking numbers in ledgers, as important as those duties were. His parents didn't protest, understanding his thirst for the new and exciting -- or perhaps understanding the faraway look that would sometimes settle over him, fixated on absent things.

Nowadays, they only send him off on his otherworldly travels with affectionate words and a hug or ruffle on the head. He's getting too old for the last of those things, but his father always smiles so brilliantly that Morgan never truly minds. Sustained by the well wishes of his parents, a thick book or two, and more than sufficient funding, it isn't strange for him to disappear on a job for weeks and weeks, his explorations engulfing him.

He's never quite sure what kind of situation he'll stumble into at the end of any of Anna's cheerful sendoffs. Sometimes gloomy wastelands, sometimes peaceful pastures, sometimes raging battlefields. Today it's an explosion of colors and people, booths fragrant with fresh food, laughter drifting in the air, children playing under the feet of the crowd. A town alive all at once, the cobbled streets teeming with merchants and revelers.

A festival. He hasn't a clue what it means to celebrate, but Morgan smiles and lowers the hood of his tactician's robe to better take in the sights. He's clearly a traveler with his sword and oversized backpack, but he's far from the only one. In fact, the vast majority of the crowd seems to hail from far-flung places. Observing ten different people yields ten different styles of clothing and speech.

Is everyone here from a different realm? Morgan suspects so, and that makes the festival all the more promising. All that's left is to figure out what all the hubbub is about. He strikes out, head swiveling to see everything there is to see. The chance that he'll see anyone he recognizes is incredibly low, yet he keeps an eye out all the same. You never know who you might run into out in the Outrealms... ]