Lyrax

Ruins and Runes

Morwen took a deep breath too. It smelled like home. On these kind rainy nights, their mother would be cooking a hot stew. The bubbling soup with fill their small home with various fragrant aromas harvested in their own gardens. Garlic, parsley and the geese that their father killed that morning. There would be chattering among the children, Morwen trying to get everyone ready for dinner. Her mother humming a song.

Tomorrow. It'll be like that tomorrow.

A soft snicker escaped Morwen's mouth at Erza's comment, which she quickly covered up with her hand. Morgen seemed to not be in the mood for his usual quips. She looked to Morgen, "It's around the time we stop." She said with a shrug, she then frowned looking to Johanness, "Wait...you have a lantern...we can walk before the rain comes."

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She moved closer to her brother as it got darker out. The two didn't have a light source. When it got this dark, Morwen would simply make camp and keep watch. But they were so close, they needed to push on.

Morwen look up at the question. She paused a moment, to see if Morgen would answer. "Her name is Spot." She answered finally, "She's been traveling with us for about a year or so..." Morwen rubbed her arms.

The twin looked over to her sibling, eyes narrowing a bit. She could tell he wasn't happy. It wasn't hard to see why. They made it so far on their own, why risk traveling with the hunters now? The answer to Morgen was simple. The Miraculum was near. For two years they have avoided the group, either by careful planning or luck. But the night they were closest to home, they not only ran into the group, but the specific recruiter that knew them. It could of ended badly for them. Morwen shuddered slightly at the thought.

"Just a few more hours." Morwen whispered to Morgen, "You don't have to like them, just...just don't give them a reason not to like us."

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There was another squeeze to Morgen's hand. She brings him close, whispering to him now. "It's just one more day, even half. They're heading in the right direction. We'll be fine." She gives him a side hug. "We'll be fine." She repeated.

The rain dissolved into a drizzle as the group left the inn. The embers of the inn glowing dimly behind them. Morwen moved closer to her brother, taking a slow breath. They were so close, but, the orphan comment still haunted her. She turned to her brother, "I..." She frowns looking away, "Nevermind." She rubbed her face.

She looked up to the two again, "Um...where...where are you two heading?" She asked, generally curious about the two.

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Morwen stiffened when she heard Morgen speak. Despite his blindness, the elder twin still gave him a mean side-eye. Idiot! She could feel Morgen's distaste for the pair as well, but they had to survive. If Bast's partner found them they had no chance of survival! The enemy of the enemy is a friend, right? It would be for half a day, tops. They weren't go far out.

There was a tight squeeze on Morgen's hand. The 'Shut the fuck up' squeeze. "N-No! It, it wasn't r-really obvious. Could of been an outlaw. And my brother gives to much credit. I just...I uh...w-wanted to help. Um." She rubs her arm, "P-Please just. It's a half a days walk. We'll pay. There's just....there could be another out there. We don't want to take the risk." She frowns, eyes tearing up again.

Morgen would know this act. The poor twin act. Normally used on the nicer folks, it was to seem as pitiful as possible to get help. It worked most of the time, the times they don't Morwen would so plan B. She didn't want to do plan B today. "W-We just want to go home." She rubbed her eyes free of her tears.

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Morwen nodded, "We need to get back home, before..." Morwen gripped her brother's arms tightly, "We need to move."

The elder twin also heard what Bast had to say. He could of been lying, or it could've been a threat. She moved to grab her brother's hand, "We...We need to get to our home." She looked back to the tavern, feeling her heart dropped. Recruiters came in pairs. There was another out there. "We need protection. Eyes closed..."

Though the rain was heavy, and both man probably exhausted, Morwen gripped Morgen's hand tightly and moved towards them. "U-Um...T-Thank you." She said, her nerve failing a moment, "Could..um..." She looked to the ground, gripping her brother's hand tighter then before. "Could you...escort us back home. I-It's not far! At all. Just...a mile or two North-west of here. We...we have a map." She frowned, peeking a glance at the two men.

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Morwen made sure her brother got out first before climbing out the window herself. She clutched onto the bloody knife, coughing and sputtering at the smoke she inhaled when she ran. The warm rain washing off the soot and other dirt she accumulated over the past few days. Her dress clung to her now, showing off her unnaturally skinny frame. Her amber hair clutched to her shocked expression. She dropped the knife when she saw Spot, dropping to her knees and giving the dog a tight hug around her neck.

There was a range of emotions going through the young girl, and she wasn't sure which one to focus on. Bast was gone. The man that haunted her nightmares, his lecherous touch that still made her shudder in fear and flinch away from uninitiated affection. Gone. Just like that. Finally, she decided on relief. That monster was gone.

She hugged further into Spot, Morwen buried her face in the dogs dark matted fur. A shuddery breath could be heard from the young girl, trembling lightly against the larger dog. She stayed that way for several moments. Finally, she pulled away from the dog and looked to her brother. It was unclear in the rain if she was crying or not. "Morgen are...are you ok?" She rose from her crouched position and hugged her brother as well, "I'm sorry I left you like that." She said softly.

She looked behind her at the Tavern, then to the workers. "U-Um..." She shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to do next.

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Morwen head snapped up at the chanting. "Move!" She shrieked standing up.

She stumbled back as she grabbed her brother, hugging him close. "Down, down!" She whispered harshly as she pushed him underneath the table. "We need to get out of here!" She looked to were Rali and the others were going, there was a back exit. A chance of escaping!

There was a pause. She looked back to Bast and the hunter. Bast was focused completely on the hunter, they weren't important anymore. This was her chance. A chance of revenge. For those months of torment. Morwen kissed her brother's forehead, before crawling towards the man underneath the table. Slowly, she produced the knife she stole earlier. She took a slow and steady breath. The smell of almost making her gag underneath the table. It was to familar. It brought back painful memories of the Miraculum for her.

She hesitated, holding the knife in front of her. Morwen narrowed her eyes. Revenge filled her thoughts. She quickly slashed at his ankles, with the hopes to cripple the man. She then stood up quickly, to throw the table on top of him. "Run!" She grabbed Morgen's hand and started to drag him to where Rali and the rest went.

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[s][/Morwen half stood from her table. She was on the way to order some food. Like everyone in the inn she turned to look at the newcomer. The twin felt her knees go weak. She almost collapsed back into the chair, staring at the table.

How.

Why? Why /him/.

She heard her brother, but didn't quite registered the words. The hypothetical scenarios from earlier dominated her mind. But now it as with the Miraculum. With Bast. Her heart raced at the thought of him and the attention he gave her. They were all unwanted, the flattery, the gifts, the compliments, and worse the touches. Morwen wrapped her arms Around her stomach, she felt sick. She felt powerless.

She was snapped from her thoughts, a glimmer of hope rushing through her. The hunter and the scribe. They would help. They had to help. That's what they do. Morwen would play dumb. Bast didn't know Morgen could skinwalk, he didn't know about the hunter. Morwen could do more magic now, there was a chance. Play dumb.

She jumped when Bast walked over. She gripped her side more, hunching over. Sweetheart. He said it just like he did before. Morwen felt tears gathering in the corner, her skin paled. Remember the hunter. He will help.

Slowly, Morwen raised her head to look at Bast. She didn't look him in the eyes. His nose would do. "G-g-Go a-away." She croaked in a hushed whisper, tears still in her eyes, "W-We a-are home." Her voice sounded weak, hoarse. Her terror leaked into her voice. She gulped, drawing herself as far away from Bast in her seat.

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Morwen clamped her mouth shut as the inn keeper walked by, keeping her eyes down casted as well. Once the women was out of earshot, she gave a quick chuckle. "You're as red as a tomato." She muttered leaning forward, a grin on her face. "And yes, we can." Her voice was quiet as well, "Through the window."

Whatever grin Morwen had vanished when she looked to the newest patron. She paled visibly. Though the twins had never seen a Bloodhound, the way this man carried himself was intimidating none the less. Everything the Miraculum told them seemed to fit this man's description. That or he was an outlaw. A buddy of the men they killed earlier today? Morwen didn't know which one was better. She ducked her head low, her dress in her clutches again. "Do not. Open. Your eyes." She hissed softly, soft enough that only her twin could hear. "I'll get us food."

She slipped out of her chair. Her shoulders hunched again as she tried to make herself some small, nonsignificant. It seemed he was looking for something. Or someone. Did he find the bodies? The rune was destroyed, but the bodies still suffered from electrical burns. Was he looking for their killer. Morwen clutched her dress even harder, now at the counter. "T-Two of..um...whatever you have." She muttered, she avoided eye contact with the aging inn keeper again.

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Name: Morwen Sawyer
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Hair: Auburn. It's long, wild and frizzed from the elements. The ends curl up slightly.
Eye: Green.

Family: Morwen has a twin brother called Morgen, and five siblings she hasn't seen in two years.
Affiliations: She was with the Miraculum for a year before running away with her brother.
Home: Stonework. Or where ever Morgen is.

Magic: Morwen is a novice enchanter. Her preference is that of Air, able to have a small control of electrical spells. Currently, she can only inscribe her spells on cloth and they last about three minutes.

Inventory: A green hand stitched coin purse, a small pairing knife and a few bits of charcoal wrapped in cloth. She also carries around various scraps of clothing, to use for her enchanter skills. Normally has premade runes on her.
Combat: Morwen fights when she has to. She relies on enchanting whatever item she has on hand withe electricity. She favors to get up close when she fights, normally with a blunt weapon.

History: Morwen was born a few minutes before her twin brother Morgen. The eldest of five. Their parents were hardworking lumbermen, but fell onto hard times when a nearby element wrecked their business. Out of desperation, the eldest were sold to the Miraculum. There Morwen begun her training as an enchanter, and being separated from her twin. She excelled at enchanting and helped in the ritual meant to turn her brother into a conduit. Once she learned the ritual appeared to fail, she and her brother fled from the Miraculum. For the last two years she's been taking care of her brother as she leads the two back home.
Other: Morwen likes to brag she's older then Morgen.