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Cassiopeia&&Morgana Le Fey

We'll see.

Two equines lay on the terra of the Forgotten Valley. One was a cremello mare, with eyes like the deep blue sky. The other was a filly, her daughter, a smokey black little one with eyes like her mother's. The mare's eyes, though, were filled with pain mingled with joy. Joy for her filly, pain for the hardship she went through to have her. Always remember who you are. she told her little one. Black Champagne's and Cassiopeia's daughter. she paused for breath, and added, Morgana Le Fey. Morgana watched anxiously. Something wasn't right. Mommy looked..... well, not the way that she expected her to. Finally, the cremello mare breathed her last. Her daughter gasped. O no! What happened? Morgana Le Fey licked her mother's face, thinking perhaps this would wake her up.


ooc: o so dramatic. i'll do it in first person in my next post.

[rayvencullen.]

BLACK CHAMPAGNE

Steps that were taken were light, mind clouded in some sort of though as he drifted throughout the land, toes seeming to never touch the wet grass beneath his trodding ebonite form. It was spring, which meant little ganglings running around wrecking havoc on The Forgotton Valley and would hopefully bring a smile to his dim facade nowadays. But such expectations cannot be real, could they? No, by the sound of lovely Cassiopeia's voice it wasn't real, it was a nightmare. Stopping in the shadows of the forest he watched the pair, eyes never leaving the cremello mare sprawled upon the lush grass of his lands. Her words were pained, hurt maybe, then another name hit his expectant ears. Morgana Le Fey. His first daughter!

Limbs began to move forward to carry him towards the pair, head high and full of authority as he walked until he stopped once more, lowering his head to press his ashen mug to the mare's throatlatch, breathing deeply before murmuring, "May your soul be at rest, Cassie." For a few moments he stood like that, unmoving and unnerving until teal gaze snapped to the smokey black filly. "Morgana, we must leave. Your mother is in a better place," he inquired, pacing forward to stand over the little mass before giving a small bellow. "Come now, my daughter."

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Morgana Le Fey

It's only in innocence you find any kind of magic, any kind of courage.

Deep blue orbs looked up into those teal ones of a big big big black stallion. What a large equine. He must be strong! Mother is in a better place, he told me. A better place. I mused over it. What could be better than the magical world of the Forgotten Valley? And where would we leave? Why did he call me his daughter? Hm. This must be Black Champagne then. O, what a wonderful one to have for a dad! Daddy probably ruled the world. This was perfect. Except... my mind wandered back to mother momentarily. If she were here it would be absolutely, completely perfect. I got up and at an awkward trot, tagged at Daddy's heels.