Recent content by Morgan Liu

Within an hour, after being carefully reheated per Talinn's instructions, both Morgan and Vihma were in much better shape. They were now relaxing in a lukewarm bath, Morgan's arm around Vihma's shoulders as they were crowded together in the single tub in the infirmary. "'Gates," she sighed, "I...

The ship's doctor, an elderly pine marten with spectacles thick as harbor ice, blinked at the party assembling. "Ah," he wheezed, "the young mutineer. I heard there was some trouble on deck. Minister Ryalor must have been in a very forgiving mood today. Come," he instructed, pointing to a...

Morgan's teeth chattered as she drifted closer to consciousness, some of Silvertongue's words reaching her. The belowdecks was darker, but also warmer, the massive boiler radiating heat through the ship. "S-Silv," she managed to get out, still not opening her eyes more than a crack. "W-w-where's...

Morgan was lolling her head against Silvertongue's shoulder, though she'd started to shake again, which was at least a positive change. "Vim," she murmured, followed by, "S'rry." Then she fell silent again but for her shallow breathing.

Morgan groaned as Vihma pulled away, the warmth gone from her. She mumbled a incoherent mess of words, of which "Vim" and "Mum" were the only legible sounds. Her body was no longer shivering, which was a bad sign.

Morgan felt her eyes getting heavy. That was a bad sign; she knew that much. She could feel Vihma still trying to squeeze the water from her fur, trying to keep her talking all the while. It took her a moment to connect what the weasel was saying. "G-gyles? 'At's 'is n-name? 'E's... alrigh'."...

Squeezing the water from her fur, despite the counterproductive run-off, actually was helping Morgan, at least marginally. If nothing else, the brief friction warmth offset the wind chill that was beginning to numb her body. She still had enough presence of mind to consider Vihma's words. She'd...

Morgan was slowly freezing. Ironically, it was Vihma who was warm now, and Morgan clung to her, letting the warmth between them be her lifeline. She listened to the weasel jill's words, surprised by the sincerity in Vihma's voice. She'd heard plenty of the same things from her mum, but that was...

Morgan's eyes widened in shock at the tone of Vihma's words. It was the hurt in them that surprised her; hurt not at Morgan for landing her in this predicament, but at the ferret for landing herself in trouble. Morgan was quiet as that one word question rang in her ears long after the wind had...

Morgan caught the solemn condemnation in Ralynn's gaze, a passing of the blame onto the young ferret and an absolution of her own responsibility - as if literally carrying water for a minister who, if it were Ralynn who had infracted, would probably be punishing her just as severely right now if...

Morgan listened to the judgment against her, her face burning. So, she was to be humiliated twice then - once by forcing her to sing and dance, and once by stripping her bare, or nearly at least, and putting her on display as an example to the crew. She could see the logic in it, even if she...

Morgan's ears flattened against her skull as first that stoat tried to infer that she was drunk or insane. She'd certainly been drunk plenty of times before, and her mother regularly called her insane, but this was the clearest her mind had ever been. We never should have come back, mother, she...

Morgan watched in horror as Greeneye provoked these beasts, ones so powerful that considering the heights they'd climbed down from to be here made her head swim from vertigo. She knew very well that Greeneye was an acquired taste; as a bit of an acquired taste herself, she could recognize it in...

Morgan had been busy inspecting the hold for signs of leaks. That was her go-to excuse whenever she got bored and fell asleep atop a sack of potatoes. She'd expected adventure, or at least a fair bit of antics. It turned out that the sea was just as boring as land most of the time, just with far...

Morgan's grin, spread across her face at being reunited with Vihma, turned to an exasperated scowl at the reminder of her mother's presence. "Yeah, it is," she confirmed with a grumble. "'Parently she wasn't jokin' 'bout comin' ta see me off." Her speech patterns, exposed to Vihma's energetic...