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Morrigan didn't answer. She was trembling so hard from the wind flying provided; it wasn't until they returned to the palace that she crumpled to the floor, dragging all the blankets off the bed and creeping towards the fireplace.
No, she couldn't take it at all. She sneezed violently---she needed tea. Tea solved all ills.
She just wanted Aled to stay away from her.

Avaon shrugged. "Maybe he's empathetic?" he suggested. "I could always tell when he was in trouble... this is...our sister, right? That we're going after?" he asked. It was strange to think about. "Or maybe he is sick. Perhaps we should make him tea."

Eara shrugged, but already Vincent was starting to shed most of his covers.
He looked a bit vexed.

Morrigan went to pick up the cup, only to find her hands were too unsteady yet to hold anything.
It didn't help that the temperature of the cup compared to the freezing cold she'd been in made it seem ten times hotter than normal.
"You read minds." Morrigan stated more than asked, still tightly wrapped in the blankets. "That's your power."
It would explain why Ainsu had said what he had.
She tried and failed again with the tea, and began to massage her hands, trying to warm them up.

Morrigan scooted away from him, refusing to take the tea from him in such a manner. She was too proud, and she still hated him.
She hated him bitterly. "I see." she replied quietly, still rubbing her hands. "Which is why people must be careful of their thoughts around you."

"No." Vincent replied crankily. "We're no closer than the last time I asked, and now I'm too hot."
He huffed and shifted, taking one blanket and closing his eyes.

So that was why he needed her around. Suddenly everything made a lot more sense.
Morrigan hardly had a clue of what to say or do, and so stayed silent, as if to ignore him. She wouldn't take the tea---even though he was right, she needed it pretty badly right now---wouldn't take anything from him.
He was an enemy, bottomline. She had a stronger will than most, that was for sure.


Vincent was even more irritable now that she asked. "I, don't, know." he stated. Cranky was an understatement. "I just feel angry, and cold, and hot, and, and it sucks!" he muttered, covering his head with a pillow. "I want to sleep!"

"I'll hit your mother and not in the fighting sort of way..." Vincent insulted with a mutter, getting comfortable again before starting to drift off. "b***h.."
Avaon chuckled a bit.



Morrigan was absolutely infuriated by this. She took the cup and slammed it off the hearth, sending yet another glass object shattering into a hundred pieces.
"He'll last longer than either of those dates." she growled, knowing her own intuition better. "Unless Ishara is a seer, then I highly doubt either of you know what you're talking about."
He had hit a nerve. She punched the man square in the jaw, too angry to even think about her actions.
Afterwards, she backed away a bit, thinking twice about her actions. She could be getting herself into more than she could handle.
But she hated him, and hitting him was intoxicating.
She still wanted tea, just in a cup he hadn't summoned or touched, and tea that he hadn't summoned or touched. She didn't trust him, or the liquid for that matter, whether he drank it or not.
Morrigan was a volatile prisoner to keep.
"I hope he kills you both---no, I lied." she fumed. "He can kill you, but Ishara is mine. Either way, I'll bathe in both of your blood." she promised darkly.
For someone so devoted to the good side of things, she could be awfully dark and morbid to those she didn't like. Morrigan was a goddess of vengeance and death, after all; war goddesses could be volatile.
Her daughter, having fae, elven and human tendencies, was even easier to rile up.

"Between you getting the $%@* off me, and your death, it's hard to say." Morrigan replied, barely flinching now. She shoved him back, getting a bit of distance.
True, she was no competition, but she wasn't any average woman for that matter. She didn't have Po-ar's ki abilities, but she had twice the spirit of most.
As she shoved him away, she angled her elbow up quickly enough to get him in the cheek, barely blinking. "Get away from me." she warned.
If he got that close again, she'd use her magick and fry him.

"You offer me little more than Po-ar's shell." Morrigan retorted, eyes blazing.
In all truth, the talk of him making her want him instead of Po-ar made her throw up in her mouth a little.
Almost a lot.
"I won't betray his best interests to serve your own."

Oh... now that was something she had to take into consideration.
Morrigan narrowed her eyes, stubborn as ever. "I have lived without my abilities... After he just made me whole again, I won't have him suffer the same." she reiterated, getting angrier by his unwillingness to take her seriously. She hated repeating herself. "Leave him alone."