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"Invoke gods and goddesses and you're set," Vincent shrugged. "Shouldn't be too hard. You just need a voice powerful enough. Morrigan could do it if she had her abilities," he frowned, "I'm not sure who else could, though."

"If you can teleport," Vincent reasoned, "you can meet them yourself, Po-ar. If you can get a hold of these people," he spoke, having no inclination to try and pronounce the names, "that would be alright also, but if you can get to the Divine directly....Well, the direct path is usually the best. What was your other plan, though?"

Morrigan had wandered off, the forests calling what remnants of her soul she had. She understood what the shamans meant when they were capturing the fractured soul-pieces in the astral; unlike them, hers were consumed by a demon she hated.
Her footing was odd. She didn't feel as light or graceful or sure-footed as she had been before, bounding over the rocks like the children of old had long ago. When she found a small pool, she paused, glancing into it at an angle.
Now that she thought about it, her features were oddly human, lately; she frowned, fingers running over her face and ears. The ears were what had changed the most; their delicate, subtle points were rounded moreso than before.
Damnit. She left the pool, treading the path to the fields, stringed along by a strange sense she never thought she'd feel before.
It was intuitive, tugging her heartstrings the way marionettes were directed by their masters. There was peace here. She needed peace, she needed that sense of calm and surrender.
It had been an awfully rough couple of days.
The canopy broke open to reveal a mostly clear, cloud-spotted sky, cirrus clouds wispy and stretched out above the other layers. She could smell the life here; flowers were still blooming, and the air reminded her of rain. In the bordering forests, pine needles, oak and ash leaves (among others) were decomposing. It was heading towards the darker half of the year. She could tell.
With a sigh and a slump, Morrigan stretched out in the shorter grass near the center, crossing her arms under her head and gazing upwards. A slight smile started to stretch across her face. She needed this; genuine, untamed wilderness was the best bandage for her ills. As much as she loved Po-ar's home, the lack of woods and wild places was slowly suffocating her. He did his best, always, she smiled. She should be more thankful, she thought to herself, but it was something she couldn't explain.
Well, she was 3/4 faery and elven. That should have explained it well enough.

"So what was your other plan???" Vincent asked eagerly, crossing his arms.
He was impatient and curious, even if he hated to show it more than Mor.

"That would do it," Vincent smiled, "I'm sure she could figure it out. We need to find her then. Show her what the flower and the actual plant look like and she'll find it faster than anyone.....at least I think she should. Without her intuition, she may have to look harder."

"Whatever is necessary," Vincent agreed. "Winter? Damnit. She should be well accustomed to it."

That was certainly not the case. Morrigan was walking the path home, noting the wind was getting more brisk. It was something she looked forward to and also dreaded.
It would be getting darker every night, now.
She heard discussions ahead; her eyebrows were already raised. She crept towards them silently, investigating if she had lost any other capabilities beside magick.
If she could creep, that would make things a lot easier.

"What flower?" Morrigan suddenly asked, stepping out from behind a tree. "What are you talking about?"
Vincent had already gone for his sword, and would have sliced her if he hadn't recognized her voice. "Uhh..." he stammered, stepping back.
Morrigan approached them with her arms crossed, glaring at Po-ar and Vincent in particular-----mostly because she could. "Alright, fess up," she spoke sharply, frowning, "What does the flower have to do with anything??"

Morrigan froze where she was, looking at them at first in disbelief. This soon grew to skepticism, consideration, and then excitement, all within a few seconds; she hugged Po-ar happily. "Then let's go! We should hurry!" she insisted, pouting a bit.

Morrigan was torn over this. "We cannot let them take Avalon, however," she sighed quietly, pacing, "or I would. We might have to leave them here," she admitted with a concerned frown. "How soon before we leave?"