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((to the Ocean! I'll post first))

Morgan noticed that his back was facing the tree. She put one arm around his waist. The other hand was on his chest. She closed her eyes and induldged in a long kiss with him. She moved her head a little to get comfortable and took much longer than they usually did before. She wanted to make sure they both enjoyed this as much as possible. When they separated, she kissed one of his closed eyelids and sighed. "I have to go, have to go right now and pick him up." All she had to do was find the coast line. "I'll be back" she started to walk away and was soon obscured from view.

Slowly, Rivven's mind began to wonder. He got back again to wondering what had been bothering Morgan earlier. Maybe he should've just understood it, or perhaps just let it be, but he was a bit worried. Of course, she'd made Mordrid's coming seem rather ominous before telling him what it was she'd needed to say, and he didn't think it could be as bad as it had sounded. He just wished he knew what was worrying her. He couldn't help her at all unless she let him know. He sighed again, feeling at the bullet wounds, healing even more quickly than he'd expected, and the old wound which was a lot smaller than it had been, but had come open again only earlier that day. It was closed again, but that one would bother him until it was completely gone. He felt a bit more tired than he'd expected, but with his body getting more into it's normal balance again, the chakra was starting to level out and come back at about normal pace. The store of it was refilling, and could always take the compontents of it from himself and make more to store, but in the long run it would be worse for him than waiting for his body to do that on it's own. Sighing, this time not a happy sigh, but more tired, and took a few steps from the tree, poking at the leaves and moss on the earth until he found a soft patch, and lay down, with his hands behind his head. It was a tad chilly, though he was sort of used to colder weather, but not so much that he didn't feel a bit more uncomfortable when he unbuttoned the front of his white coat, letting his chest air out through the tight fitting black shirt underneath, and with it clinging skin tight, he could feel what breeze came through quite well. There was still that bullet whole near the center of it's stomach he needed to fix. He decided it wouldn't hurt to rest his eyes and try to get some more energy so his body might get back to normal and speed the chakra restoration while he waited, but slowly, slipped off to sleep unintentionally.

"Your senses have been dulled by living around such high concentratuions of magic." Morgan shrugged it off "His wife and Aes do reside here, but if you were better you would have felt a son as well. A druid. You would need curse stones if you wanted to plan anything." her life was too busy for old grudges to be dealt with, so she had not entertained the idea fully. "That trio is here. The elve, the albino and that very confusing man. But do not do anything stupid, I won't have you loosing you temper on such a hort stay." It made her wonder what he had done to get himself sent here in the first place.


Rivven was there, sleeping against a tree. She wasn't sure what to do as at least in her mind he had been concious. "Mordrid, a friend of mine. This is Rivven."

Before Morgan answered, he gave Rivven a level look. She had got to be kidding him. Slap some longer ears on either side of his head and he could asily pass for a elve with that attitude. Even the fact that he had just woken up Mordrid did not consider a reasonable excuse. The love of Mab, she must be planning something, that's the only reasonable excuse. "Yes. You're her new ******** buddy? Always a pleasure to meet one."

"Oh Mab" she groaned inwardly to herself. She made an motion as if she waved at an invisiable object. There was a rushing sound as Mordrid had been temporarily silenced. "I'm taking him to the men's dorms to let him rest there for the night. I know it's a lot to ask of you...especially after that...but would you join us?" She broadcasted to Mordrid Mordrid, you can do anything you like but you must never be rude. Rude is being weak.

Spend the night with him? What is he, a closet homosexual? For the sake of Tara, let me speak! I find it slightly annoying. And tell me that man doesn't blush every three words.
But besides broadcasting to her there was really not much he could say instead stand there with a smug little look on his face.

((Next post at the dorms. Do we need to find Mordrid a dorm or just assume he goes to his own without help?))

Rivven blushed and looked away again. If it hadn't been for the boy's words he might not have been getting all upset over it... but though he would probably of had problems with the boy in his dorm, he was now feeling very nervous about how they were going to be in his room alone. "A-alright then..." he said and led them there.