Recent content by Morgan Liu

Morgan reached out and took Finn's paw, squeezing it with what little strength she could muster. "Y' shoul' sleep," she murmured, her own eyelids starting to flutter as exhaustion caught up with her. "Yeh'll need her strength t'morrow. I need yeh t' be at true top of yer game so y' come back t'...

Morgan nodded, carefully pulling aside her coat and lifting her shirt a few inches to show the bandage on her side. "Mr. Barrett took out the pipe right before we made harbor," she confirmed. "Another week, and I should be good for full military duty, I hope." She glanced to the wolf, adding...

Morgan just grinned weakly, accepting the broth spoonful by spoonful. "Well," she remarked, "I don't think I'll be movin' for a bit anyway, so y' might as well get some more practice in."

Morgan smiled to see the change in the wolf's demeanor as whatever grudge he held against Swifttail finally seemed to... maybe not melt, per se, but at least thaw. "Aye," she confirmed, "Swiftie here is a very kind beast. He didn't even know me, but when I was bleeding out my chest and had a...

Morgan blushed furiously as the lizard handed her the cup, and she was so distracted that she didn't notice the brandy until it hit the back of her throat. Her eyes bulged, and for a moment it seemed like she might spew the liquid over the table; but then she adapted to its presence and...

Morgan exhaled deeply as the wolf at last agreed to come with, seeming to accept a truce for now. She didn't know what the disagreement was between him and Swifttail, and she certainly wasn't going to bring it up unprompted. She knew from the time that her Mother had forgotten their wedding...

Morgan winced as she caught enough from both sides to confirm that there was indeed some had feeling here. What on earth could create this kind of resentment? She knew that some groups had long histories of animosity; she'd certainly lived in locales where there was some neighboring group who...

Morgan's eyes widened as he responded in kind, her mind racing to adapt to his words. Some of them were similar, and the ones she didn't recognize she could at least guess at based on context. Look for work and living, I think? No going home, something about the world? That last part I kinda...

Morgan's ears pricked up as she heard a snatch of the wolf's native tongue, her mind racing to try to understand. It didn't sound too far off from some of the northland dialects she'd heard all the time growing up on Blackbone Isle; raiding parties from the north had stopped in for shelter from...

Morgan scratched at her chin idly, looking after the pair of guards as they walked away. "Kinda bypassed it myself," she mused. "That's probably gonna come back and bite me, but I'll deal with that later. I'm a wounded veteran, what are they gonna do, withhold my pay?" She looked to the wolf...

Morgan started as a familiar fox's voice drifted across the tense standoff. It took her a moment to place it; there were so many todds aboard the Golden Hide, and she was still learning to disentangle them from each other in her mind. "Hey, Swiftie," she addressed him cheerfully as she stood in...

Morgan chuckled, then winced as it constricted the muscles around the wound. "Nah," she croaked, "it feels great. Reckon everyone'll be walkin' around wiv' a hole in the chest once I get back an' show 'em how stylish it is." She grinned a bit weakly before adding, "Speakin' a' which, you rock...

Morgan started to panic as the overzealous guards started to lower their spears. 'Gates, if her mum could see this lot, she'd probably tan their hides for such sloppy work. Never lower a spear at someone if you don't intend to thrust it, or something like that, had been Eirene's life advice to...

Morgan looked to Icy, noting his accent, her mind already spinning. Her own accent shifted subtly, getting closer to his. "They want to know who you are," she stated. "They want to know why you come here." She watched for signs of comprehension. Many languages shared cognates with Vulpinsulan...

"Hey, lads, c'mon," a femme's voice wheedled, "no need for that." A sandy ferret wearing a jacket of dark leather, impractical metal studs that did nothing to improve it's protective qualities placed across its surface, stepped forward and put a paw out between the two sides. "Look, we're all...