Author's Note: Last "normal" chapter before the mentioned subplot kicks in. And because of that, I'll entertain you with this one :)

In the night, after Robin and Lucina had slept, Morgan was torn. The decision to sit a night out before potentially centering her dream walking on her parents or entertaining herself was overwhelming. Problem was, there wasn't really anyone entertaining per se; Stahl would fit if it wasn't for his...fascination with food. Maybe Laurent, but her quirky attitude annoyed him. Who else would fit?

During her deep thought, the memory of Gerome confessing to her would keep popping in. It suddenly came to her; Cherche. Unlike Gerome, she was much more lively to the point of being amusing. Her interactions with the wyvern she owned were fascinating to Morgan. Definitely worth a night in her opinion.

The amulet was donned once more...and for amusement, maybe for the last time.

"Is a wyvern a dragon? Who cares, Cherche knows." thought Morgan.

As she closed her eyes, she prayed to live through it all...wyverns aren't exactly friendly.

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The first thing that greeted Morgan when her senses came back was an unfamiliar ceiling. There wasn't a tent or building she recognized with it. Sitting up in place, she looked around. The building she was in was large, almost enough to fit fifty soldiers. There was, oddly enough, nothing else besides this.

"Hello!" she called out, hoping for any sort of response. "Anyone here?"

Morgan's voice echoed through the chamber, nothing in sight.

"Oh well." she thought. "Might as well try and find a way out."

Morgan walked around, trying to at least find a way out. Her endeavor in feeling the walls led her to find something...interesting. It felt...scaly.

"Wait...walls aren't scaly." thought Morgan. "That's what-"

Morgan stopped as she realized she was touching a wyvern.

"By Naga!" yelled Morgan, backing away. The wyvern she was touching soon turned to face her and slowly walked towards her. Morgan fell on her rear as she backed away, desperately finding an exit. Unfortunately, all she found was a wall. Scared out of her mind, she covered herself in lieu of death by wyvern.

The wyvern, for that matter, still approached slowly. Arriving in front of Morgan, it did nothing, simply staring at her. Morgan, baffled as to why she wasn't dead, dream-wise, uncovered herself and looked at the creature, which was staring her down.

The wyvern wasn't looking ready to kill. Hell, it didn't even look ready to harm her, even. It just stood there.

"What the hell?" thought Morgan aloud. "Why isn't it killing me?"

The wyvern tilted it's head. "Hi to you too." it said.

That did not just happen. A wild, possibly untamed creature did not just talk in coherent human language to her.

"You...talk?!" asked Morgan.

"I do." said the wyvern.

Morgan felt the huge urge to respond, but her very baffled and alarmed state prevented her from uttering a word. Eventually giving in to her panic, she fell on her back, having fainted from the sheer surprise.

The sound of voices came to be the first thing she heard when regaining her consciousness this time. One sounded familiar. The other...didn't.

"...what happened?"

"...just said hello..."

Morgan slowly opened her eyes to find, thankfully, Cherche, and not so thankfully, the wyvern who talked to her, standing above her limp body.

"Ugh...what happened?" asked Morgan, still on the ground.

Both turned to Morgan relieved that she got up.

"Morgan! You're finally awake!" said Cherche, happily. "I do apologize for his...unexpected greeting."

"His?" said Morgan, still dazed.

The wyvern put himself in view of her face. "My apologies, m'am." it said.

Morgan's eyes shot open as she realized it was the talking wyvern from before.

"GAH!" she yelled, standing up in a hurry. "You're that, that talking wyvern! Wyverns don't talk!"

The wyvern let out a deep, yet humble laugh. "Oh, you don't even know our tongue, do you?" it asked. "I cannot fault you for that. We haven't properly met, it seems. I am Alzin, first born of Minerva."

Morgan calmed down when she realized that the wyvern really was peaceful and not the wild animal she believed it to be. Then again, she was still flabbergasted at the fact that, well, it talked.

"Okay...Alzin." said Morgan. "How did you learn to talk anyway?"

"We were taught your human language by Lady Cherche here. She and her son understand us more than anyone." explained Alzin.

Her son. "Gerome." thought Morgan. Morgan wondered if Cherche already knew of Gerome confessing to her. But the more immediate thought of the fact that Alzin said "we" came back.

"You said "we". There's more of you?" asked Morgan.

"Indeed, young one. Come onto my back. Lady Cherche will lead us to the building."

Seeing no reason not to comply, Morgan mounted the wyvern as asked. It didn't feel all that uncomfortable despite not having a saddle. It crawled slowly across the ground, following Cherche where she went.

"What is this place?" asked Morgan.

"It's Wyvern Valley." replied Cherche. "I built a settlement here for dear Minerva to rest. She found a significant other, as well. It brings me joy to live here, quite frankly."

The brief journey brought them to an area with about 5 other wyverns around. The sight of it left Morgan in awe. They looked the same size as Alzin, but each were different colors. There was a red one, a blue one, a white one, and two with different shades of gray. Violation of common sense aside, Morgan seemed to like it.

"Wow...and can they all talk?" she asked.

"Of course they can." said Alzin. "Lady Cherche, if you could call them, please."

Cherche let out a whistle, attracting the other wyverns to their position. Alzin stepped back a little, still carrying Morgan atop him. The five wyverns soon landed in front of them, each distinguishable from the last.

"You called, Lady Cherche?" asked the red one.

"Yes, I have." said Cherche. "A human friend of mine wants to see your gift of speech." she said, pointing at Morgan.

"Oooh, another human!" said the blue one. "Do we introduce ourselves?"

"Please do." said Cherche. "Line up, and introduce yourselves...slowly."

The wyverns lined up, one by one. The red one came out first.

"I am called Yeldir, young one. What do you go by?" it asked.

"I'm...Morgan." said Morgan, still in mild disbelief.

"Oh, that's a nice name. I hope to make the best of acquaintances."

Yeldir left the line, to be replaced by the blue wyvern.

"Morgan, is it? I am Shiram. I tend to burn most humans alive, but you're a nice one, from what it seems. I think we'll get along just fine." it said.

As with Yeldir, Shiram left the line, to be followed by the white wyvern.

"I am known as Raykia." it said, distinctly feminine.

"Wait, there are female sounding wyverns?" asked Morgan. "I thought all of you were male!"

Raykia simply stared at her, seemingly offended.

"...did I say something out of place?" asked Morgan. "I'm so sorry!"

"Please, don't be." said Raykia. "I'm just the one female wyvern here besides Minerva. It's a common mistake."

She left the line for the final two to introduce themselves.

"We're twins! Together we are called the Twinbellows!" they said in unison.

Morgan laughed.

"You both sound pretty happy about it." she said.

"And we are!" they said. "We synchronize well."

Both left the line after introducing themselves to join the others.

"As you can see, Morgan, this is my family." said Cherche. "I very much value their company."

"Of course, of course." said Morgan, yawning. "Got anywhere to sleep around here?"

"Why yes, we do." replied Cherche, turning to her wyverns. "If any of you would be so kind?"

Alzin stepped forward. "Lay on the ground, young one." he said.

Morgan curled up into a ball on the ground as asked. Alzin then crawled up to Morgan and covered her with his wings. To Morgan, it felt rather...comfortable. And warm.

"Now sleep." said Alzin.

Morgan closed her eyes to be taken back to the real world.

Another peaceful awakening for Morgan. And now, the plan to enter Lucina's mind once more, as promised.

End Chapter Note: Sorry for the rather short chapter. I wanted to wrap this up so I could get into the much more interesting subplot. Stay tuned for that :)