Morgan wiped her cheeks and just stared up at Dagan.
"Dagan, buddy-o-pal?"
"Yes Zeke?"
"I think you are scaring her."
Dagan moved his head towards the voice and Morgan followed his action to view an intelligent face looking in her direction.
"I'm not scared."
"Shocked then."
"I'm just…."
"Jeez, lay off guys," interrupted the beautiful Skye. "Firstly, Morgan, please do not fell that you have to give an answer straight away, and Dagan? Morgan is still trying to interpret the whole Nightworld subject you brought up that telling her about her Wild Power is only confusing matters even more."
"I just don't understand how you figure I'm the one you are looking for. I mean, I am not a vampire or shapeshifter, never changed with the moon for that matter either!" It came out sort of panicked.
"But you are a witch," muttered Dagan looking down at Morgan with his amazing purple eyes. "A lost one, but still a witch."
"How do you know that?" Morgan exclaimed up at him. "How do you know I am a witch?" Morgan was starting to feel a little down, all of these people surrounding her were so beautiful and wild that Morgan felt like a pet poodle amongst wild wolves, she felt herself start to tremble and tears started at the back of her eyes again. "Maybe you got the wrong person."
"Morgan," Dagan said sternly, his arms pulling her closer to his body, "we didn't get the wrong person. I can prove it, but to do that, I have to kiss you."
"Ooooo, go for it Dagan!" Yelled a person at the end of the room. Morgan didn't bother to look across the room at him; she was staring into a cloudless, purple sky, eyes that had a soul of meaning behind them. Morgan cleared her mind of all thought, Ok, so since the moment she had walked in and seen Dagan, that had been her silent wish, but she hadn't expected it to come true so quickly. The eyes were getting closer, and closer toward her face. Morgan shut her eyes and tilted her chin upwards slightly and soft lips met her own. A wave of sweetness went through her and passion rose throughout her body, and then almost before she could think there was an absolute connection with him. With Dagan. She just knew him, that was the only way to describe him, and she felt he knew her as well. They knew each other possibly clearer than they knew themselves. She saw a silver light in front of her eyelids, then in her mind a silver chord appeared. A very clear silver chord, that almost sung a tune Morgan could hear, Morgan followed the chord from her chest it went, a thick and strong chord, straight into Dagan's body. I want you. The thought came quickly but with a lot of force, it was as if her whole body was screaming for him. I want you Dagan. It said. You have me. The chord answered. Morgan smiled, feeling totally at peace with everything at that moment. She brought her hand up to touch him, but with a snap the connection had ended and Morgan was left just looking up at Purple eyes once more. She still felt safe and comforted however, so the connection had not totally ended, it was still there, if a somewhat more elusive now. She smiled up at Dagan, who replied in like form.
"Believe me now?"
"Yes, er, what do you call that? I mean, the silver…"
"The soulmate connection. People all over the Nightworld are finding their soulmates at the moment. It in itself holds a lot of power, it has literally saved lives of some people, or so I have heard."
"Hmm."
Dagan's smiled widened.
"OK, so from the grins you two are shooting at each other, I am going to presume Morgan is staying for a while. Just as well really. So we finished in here? Can I go now?"
This time Morgan turned towards the voice, indivertibly leaning against Dagan at the same time, but he didn't seem to mind, in fact Morgan felt his arms tighten around her.
The speaker was a the ginger-haired trouble maker.
"What is your…"
"My name is Aiden, geez, I can just tell we are going to have weeks of her asking us our names! Why don't we just wear name tags?"
"Yeah, why don't we?" replied Bren tartly, "you could wear a zipper at the same time. Go Aiden, I know you are dying to fall asleep in your dog bed, wherever it is."
"Err, could you not use the term 'dog bed'? Aiden may not need to take offence, but I certainly do!"
A yelled "Hey!" came from Aiden, but Bren turned towards the curly haired woman and replied kindly to her.
"I apologise Bambi, the remark came out even before I thought about it."
"Apology accepted, now, I'm off for walkies around this building, care to join me old crow?"
"I'm not a crow, my deer!"
"DEER!" yelled Bambi, "you know I hate my name, do not pressure me to take action I wish otherwise not to take Bren."
"Well you called me a crow. I am a RAVEN!"
"You birds are always yelling." Remarked a large man from the window.
"This is getting confusing." Muttered Morgan to Dagan in a hushed voice.
"Come on, I'll take you somewhere quieter, so things can calm down in here."
"I follow willingly" replied Morgan smiling. "Maybe you could answer a few pressing questions as well."
Dagan just smiled and ushered Morgan out of the now very loud living room.
