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Morrigan nodded solemnly. "I haven't so much as sensed her anywhere, but without my powers..."
Her face showed what she wouldn't openly admit: her frustration, her powerlessness, worry and pain. It was in the way her fingers drummed the tables and books, her pacing, the way her arms crossed and the steady rhythm of her fingers took to flesh. She was literally incomplete, and hadn't been able to shake the pain of being drained since it happened. It was unnatural, wrong, inconcievable that this happened. She hated not being able to do things for herself----and it figured. Amairgen and the others would have to work where she could not, and the knowledge of this was agonizing.
Inwardly, she couldn't stop kicking herself; she should have had Po-ar whisk her away, stayed with him, anything to stay away from Kira--....Konton. Damnit, she knew, she knew from the beginning that something was wron---
Right, right, back on task. She had to keep focused. "If we freeze him save for his head, you could still talk," she suggested. "I don't know the boundaries for Po-ar's portal, but even trapping him in one of those might help. Make a prison, someway he can't move, seclude him away from Naga and Konton. We can't deal with them altogether. We're going to have to take out the weakest first----Naga, then go for Herne since they're nearly the same, and then go for the demon."

Leif groaned. "And I fear Herne has been holding back as of late because he has been unsure about me. Now he is not. I think we will find him more of a promblem now. I do know his basic style. Gods, I hope he's not still using his maze. That thing makes my skin crawl."

"Maze?" Po-ar asked. "Like a labyrinth?"

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"Well..." Po-ar replied, deep in thought. "My pink elephants would come in handy to snatch up food and work as scouts if we did get caught up in that maze. Even if we couldn't get out... there's always my portals."

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"Is it circular?" Morrigan asked, her tension dissipating some. The tangibility of her stress was insane. "Or square? Traditional, or like the Greeks?" She never stopped for the answer to that question, frowning as she rose to her feet, pacing. She simply had far too much nervous energy. "When you're hunted, you don't ever stop to rest. If it's constructed of bushes, you could cut one up, make spears or projectiles, something to protect..."
She wouldn't stop pacing, her fingers fidgeting, brows furrowed, snatching up a book about mazes. She handed it to Leif to go over. "I'm sorry, but I need to make some tea or something....", 'my nerves are worn to hell' is what she almost said, but like before, she didn't finish it, finding the door and escaping outside into...
Gods, this place was like a maze in itself. She didn't know where she was going, somewhere away from them, somewhere she could cry. She had nearly broken down twice in front of them, something she wasn't used to, never had done.
"Morrigan, Morrigan, you're a leader," she chided herself, ducking into a closet. She slumped down to sit, her breath slow and steady. "You have to keep strong, keep steady..."
Gods, goddesses, feeling incomplete was the worse feeling in the world, second to actually being incomplete. She couldn't help herself. Instead of shoulders, she sought the comfort of her knees to rest her head, sobbing, taking in the soothing, womb-like darkness the small closet offered her.

Morrigan nearly jumped, she was so surprised; that she was caught in a moment like this made it doubly so. She wiped her eyes quickly and swallowed the lump in her throat, unable to make eyecontact. "I, I'm sorry, m-most people don't, don't see me like this," she forced out, her breath unsteady, "Not, not even, Amairgen, I've known him, for, for..."
She couldn't help but cry again, burying her head in her arms and knees. "I can't stand it! I, I can't!" she bawled, choking for air.
A part of her was missing, the one thing that made everything more beautiful, the part that knew the wind and trees, could understand them, could merge with them. "I'm cut off," she sniffed, "I feel like I'm going crazy."
Considering half of her soul WAS contained with all the other souls Konton was currently tormenting, this wasn't surprising.

Morrigan cried for a while longer, not resisting his comfort. It was strange, but soothing; Ea had often done this.....
She closed her eyes, sniffling, his words and her breathing bringing her to a numbed calm. "W, What if I'm not strong enough?" she asked fearfully, "I won't be like Vejita, or Trunks, or Ashuri, or you..." she sniffed again, a few renegade tears streaking down her cheeks. "What if I can't learn in time?"

Morrigan nodded, but it wasn't the same. The wind was her breath, her spirit, her joy and her kindred. To not have the breeze in her hair, to feel the wind move with her, her emotions....
She wiped her other eye and leaned in close to Po-ar, slowly but surely composing herself. "I hate being like this," she muttered again, sighing gently. "Can we teach Amairgen too???"