Hello!

Yes, I know Mother's Day was last week, but this idea was too good to pass up. Also, as Flavia and Sylvia have Morgan, do you think she should have a few chapters to herself? Should I pair her up with anyone? Tell me your ideas! Special thanks to Darknight48 for following, and I hope you're all still enjoying the fic.

Next week- the Olivia and Tiki chapter I promised last week!

Onwards!

Chapter 36

Sylvia sat back, resting against the comfortable interior of the royal carriage. Flavia had an arm around her shoulder; she'd hardly let go of her since she returned.

"I can't wait to get to Ylisse." The tactician sighed. "It's been too long since I've seen anyone."

"I know." The khan murmured. "At least you're back now. At least it's all over."

"It's Morgan I feel most sorry for." Sylvia looked down. "She only knew me for a month, and then..."

"Come on, cheer up." Flavia reassured. "I'm sure she's back at the castle like everyone else, just waiting for you to come back. You'll have plenty of time together."

Morgan rode back into Ylisstol, exhausted. She'd spent an entire day scouring around Southtown again for any sign of her mother. Nothing.

"Have you found anything? Anything at all?" She asked Noire. The archer shook her head.

"S-Sorry, Morgan..."

Moodily, she slid off the horse and leaned back against the wall of the stables. Her usual optimism had deserted her. Now, more than a year after the battle with Grima, there was still no sign. She felt drained.

A hand gently pressed onto her shoulder. She looked up to see Noire stood next to her.

"What?" She asked brusquely.

"I know you're thinking of quitting." The slim girl said quietly. "But... But you can't give up! She's out there somewhere! I know it!"

Startled by the usually quiet girl's outburst, Morgan gaped at her.

"FOOL! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO GIVE IN YET!"

The dejected blonde scrambled to her feet. "Yes, Noire!"

Noire looked away sheepishly. "I'm so sorry! It happened again, didn't it?"

Morgan nodded. She still wasn't entirely accustomed to Noire's 'other' personality.

"It's fine. Actually, it might have been just what I needed. Thanks."

"Uh... You're welcome?"

The door opened with a quiet creak. Morgan looked up, wondering who would be looking for her now.

"Morgan?" Sumia's voice came. "Morgan? Are you in?"

"Come on in." She called.

The pegasus knight strode in. Before she even opened her mouth, the young tactician started asking questions.

"What is it? Has someone found something? Has something happened?"

"Calm down, Morgan." Sumia soothed. She'd known Sumia for a long time, as the smiling pegasus knight would often spend time with her while Flavia and Chrom would talk about matters of state.

"It might be important, but it is a bit dull, isn't it?" Sumia had confided once. They'd become strong friends over the past year, and were always the first to tell each other anything related to the search.

"It's nothing to do with the search." The pegasus knight smiled apologetically. "Flavia's back from Ferox. I'm sure she'll want to meet you."

"Oh!" Morgan jumped up. "I'll go there right now! Where is she?"

"Just outside the gates!" Sumia called down the corridor after the sprinting tactician.

Morgan nearly ran headlong into her mother outside the castle.

"Morgan!" Flavia wrapped her arms around her daughter. "So good to see you again!"

Something was different. Her mother had her old smirk, that familiar mischevious spark.

"Come on in." She grinned, gesturing to the royal carriage, the horses leading it stood patiently. Morgan stepped in slowly, wondering what her mother was so excited about.

She stopped dead.

Sat there on one of the carriage's long, incredibly comfortable seats, a tactician with long white hair, full lips, and green eyes that sparkled.

Her mother.

For a moment, nothing was said. Then Morgan almost leapt towards her, arms outstretched. Wordlessly, Sylvia wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her as tightly as she could.

"Oh, Morgan..." She smiled widely. "I'm so sorry about the past year. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"I... I..." Morgan started, brushing tears from her eyes. There was nothing to say. Her mother had come back to her. This time, for good.