Morgan skulked through the halls of Askr's castle. There were so many people out and about. People she did not particularly care to talk to. However, her body demanded food forcing her out of her room to try and procure some. Hopefully with as little huma interaction as possible.
She did not make it far though before she found herself in a crushing grip of an assailant she did not manage to see coming, "Unhand me, servant of Naga!" Morgan flailed under the surprisingly tight grip before the assailant let go.
"Oh, it's you," Morgan huffed upon seeing the Ylissean queen had been her assailant, though she hid her surprise at the dainty looking woman's grip. More to the point, the woman was, as much as it made Morgan want to gag, her grandmother in a roundabout way.
"Sorry, I had just heard you were summoned, and this was the first I've seen you."
"That was by design. I have no desire to speak with servants of Naga."
"Even your grandma?" Sumia asked hopefully.
"Especially my grandmother," Morgan huffed, "I cannot believe that I am descended from servants of Naga."
"Okay," Sumia replied slowly trying not to let the hurt show, "But you know that we are. Robin and Lucina–"
"Don't say that name," Morgan visibly flinched, "That woman dedicated her life to destroying my master. I refuse to accept her as my mother."
"I see, but I wasn't anywhere around. Surely you can at least spare me a lunch?"
"Why would I go eat with a mortal enemy?" Morgan crossed her arms, "How do I know that you don't plan to poison me?"
Sumia rolled her eyes, "Stop being so melodramatic. You may not like it, but we're family, and I have no intentions of hurting you."
"Still, I will pass on–" Morgan was interrupted by her stomach churning quite audibly. This was all that Sumia needed to grab her granddaughter by the forearm and start pulling her along to the mess hall.
Arriving at their destination, conversation was not exactly forthcoming as they sat around silently eating their meal. Well, Sumia would not stand for it. She would break through if it killed her. If only Morgan knew what she was up against.
"You dyed your hair," Sumia commented after searching for topics. Morgan in response looked at her like she was stupid.
"I think you have it backwards. My hair has been like this as long as I can remember."
"Hmm, I don't know about that. We found the other Morgan with deep blue hair," Sumia did note however, that she had brown eyes when they found her, but they were deep blue now like her mother's. No one is quite sure when they changed, but seeing this Morgan's crimson eyes, Sumia could take a guess as to why they changed at least.
"Hmm, the other Morgan's eyes were brown when we found her. Maybe Grima was trying to hide your heritage by suppressing your mother's side."
"Why would Master Grima do that?" Morgan glared at her grandmother.
"Well, you didn't know who your mother was for a long time. Is it so farfetched? I'm sure glowing red isn't your natural eye color."
"I…" Morgan raised a hand to one of her eyes, "Stop trying to confuse me!"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." The rest of the meal proceeded in relative silence before Morgan hurried back to her room eager to avoid any more fraternization.
However, once she got there, she could not get what Sumia had said out of her head. Looking at herself in the large mirror in her room, she huffed. She decided that it was best to put this to rest sooner rather than later.
Pinching a lock of her hair, Morgan focused intently. If there was any magic in her hair, which she doubted, then it would be temporarily cut off and reversed. Opening her eyes, she jumped back with a start letting go of her hair and watching as the dark color crept back along the blue.
Heart racing, Morgan clutched the side of her mirror, her eyes catching sight of the back of her left hand. A stinging pain hit her behind her eyes, but she bore through it.
Morgan saw a crib. Her attention was on something. As the image got clearer, she saw a smiling bluenette looking down at her fondly. She reached down a finger, and Morgan saw chubby hands try to grab the finger, though one of them had a symbol she had been taught to hate.
The woman looked away, nodding and saying something before turning back, her smile now bittersweet, "I'm sorry, but I must go now. I wish I didn't have to leave, but duty requires one last battle. I look forward to watching you grow up when I return. Good-bye, and be strong for mommy, Morgan."
"Mommy…" Morgan staggered back from the mirror until bumping into the footboard of her bed. Sliding down, she clutched her head.
The following day, Morgan took a deep breath as she walked up to the bluenette, "Going on patrol?"
Lucina's eyes widened as she turned to see the other Morgan looking at her coolly. She recognized the voice but could immediately tell by tone which one it had been. Despite their rocky relationship, Lucina smiled, "Yes, mother wanted to go with Morgan and I."
"Hmm, then you could use an axe user," Morgan hefted her axe over her shoulder, "I assume that's okay."
"It is," Lucina nodded, but Morgan barely had anytime before the other Morgan tackled her.
"Mo-Mo! I knew you'd come around, sis!"
"Do not call me that ridiculous name," Morgan pried Morgan off of her and walked on ahead. As she did, Sumia came up beside her.
"It's good to see you–your eyes. They're not red."
Morgan looked straight ahead, "No, they're not." With that she kept moving trying to ignore Morgan as she rambled on. As she did so, Lucina came up beside her mother.
"Mother? Is everything okay?"
"Yes," Sumia nodded, "I think it will be."
