- Influence
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(A cute little vignette for Morgan and Finn :3 Technically private just by virtue of I'm not sure how interesting any of this will be to anyone else, though if anybeast else wants to come sit for storytime, I don't see an issue.)
"C'mon," Morgan chided, trying to herd the kit who had become her shadow over the past few days in the direction of the bunks and hammocks that made up the sleeping quarters. The nice thing about a galleon was that, save for in the worst of weather, it was steady enough to largely minimize any roll, making for a mostly steady sleeping environment. The bad part was that made space on the bunks competitive, as opposed to the hammocks, which had surprisingly bad back support. Morgan had been lucky to snag a bunk, but as soon as Finn had come along, she had traded a few times to give him the bunk and her a nearby hammock from which she would always be available. "I know it's still early," she admitted (indeed, the sun had only just fallen), "but the Doc wants you in early for all his training, whatever it is he does in the wee hours. You'll be groggy if you don't sleep now."
Of course, Morgan probably be the one to hear about it if he didn't sleep well; she had made little secret of her care for Finn, and had become the voluntary custodian of his wellbeing. In so doing, she was determined not to repeat some of her mothers' mistakes. Eirene had been a bit too soft, trying to explain, then negotiate, and then finally guilt Morgan into following her direction to go to bed. By the time she reached this last step, Morgan always felt terrible for missing the hint and causing her Mum pain. As for Bezine, well, she was much more the one to take a strict tone, and then stomp angrily about the house to give shouted commands if Morgan disobeyed and was caught out of bed. At first this had scared Morgan, but as soon as she'd realized that Bezine would never raise a paw to her, she'd lost all fear of her Mother. So, over time, the pair had become caught in a good-guard-bad-guard scenario of Eirene trying to cajole Morgan into sleeping, and Bezine ineffectually threatening the wrath of Vulpuz himself if Morgan was caught out of bed again.
Mother's problem, Morgan decided on reflection, was that she never wanted to be a mother. It wasn't exactly a secret, though it had caused her a painful twinge of the heart when she'd realized it. It explained why Bezine always seemed so lost, so incapable of connecting to her daughter. That she'd never known a mother of her own probably hadn't helped either. Morgan, however, considered herself doubly blessed: she'd had two mothers, so she should be extra motherly, in a way. Not that she saw herself as mothering Finn per se; it was more that she was being a big sister to him. She liked that image a lot more. For one, it was more appropriate to the age difference, and two, she wanted to be seen as a cool mentor figure, not as an authority figure.
"Tell ya what," she suggested, "let's get settled in, and I can tell you a story or two. 'Bout what I've seen, where I've been, what I've done - or just something amusing I heard once, whatever strikes your fancy. How's that sound?"
"C'mon," Morgan chided, trying to herd the kit who had become her shadow over the past few days in the direction of the bunks and hammocks that made up the sleeping quarters. The nice thing about a galleon was that, save for in the worst of weather, it was steady enough to largely minimize any roll, making for a mostly steady sleeping environment. The bad part was that made space on the bunks competitive, as opposed to the hammocks, which had surprisingly bad back support. Morgan had been lucky to snag a bunk, but as soon as Finn had come along, she had traded a few times to give him the bunk and her a nearby hammock from which she would always be available. "I know it's still early," she admitted (indeed, the sun had only just fallen), "but the Doc wants you in early for all his training, whatever it is he does in the wee hours. You'll be groggy if you don't sleep now."
Of course, Morgan probably be the one to hear about it if he didn't sleep well; she had made little secret of her care for Finn, and had become the voluntary custodian of his wellbeing. In so doing, she was determined not to repeat some of her mothers' mistakes. Eirene had been a bit too soft, trying to explain, then negotiate, and then finally guilt Morgan into following her direction to go to bed. By the time she reached this last step, Morgan always felt terrible for missing the hint and causing her Mum pain. As for Bezine, well, she was much more the one to take a strict tone, and then stomp angrily about the house to give shouted commands if Morgan disobeyed and was caught out of bed. At first this had scared Morgan, but as soon as she'd realized that Bezine would never raise a paw to her, she'd lost all fear of her Mother. So, over time, the pair had become caught in a good-guard-bad-guard scenario of Eirene trying to cajole Morgan into sleeping, and Bezine ineffectually threatening the wrath of Vulpuz himself if Morgan was caught out of bed again.
Mother's problem, Morgan decided on reflection, was that she never wanted to be a mother. It wasn't exactly a secret, though it had caused her a painful twinge of the heart when she'd realized it. It explained why Bezine always seemed so lost, so incapable of connecting to her daughter. That she'd never known a mother of her own probably hadn't helped either. Morgan, however, considered herself doubly blessed: she'd had two mothers, so she should be extra motherly, in a way. Not that she saw herself as mothering Finn per se; it was more that she was being a big sister to him. She liked that image a lot more. For one, it was more appropriate to the age difference, and two, she wanted to be seen as a cool mentor figure, not as an authority figure.
"Tell ya what," she suggested, "let's get settled in, and I can tell you a story or two. 'Bout what I've seen, where I've been, what I've done - or just something amusing I heard once, whatever strikes your fancy. How's that sound?"
