#morgann

Gartic Phone with friends (Shnyder doesn't play Persona)

Decided to colour my piece I did of Morgann because I felt like colouring something. They came up really nice with their kinda washed out colour scheme and a watercolour-y style of shading

They dye their hair every other day, so I went with blue, which was one of the looks they rocked ingame for a while, before they dyed it back to purple, but they’re now deciding between pink or white

A Walk In The Woods

Irin simply reached out. Nothing more.

At least that's what he thought. Never mind the hitch of his breath or the racing of his heart as the former prince stepped across the river along a recently fallen tree.

I was supposed to kill this man, he thought, as Morgann took his hand, and yet, here we are, frolicking in the woods like…

Irin didn't dare finish that thought.

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Was tagged by the awesome @hauntingthestars to find these! Gonna go with Orcovia simply as I have the most written for it.

Fantastic

The sight of her home in flames wasn’t a thought Alsirae had ever had the terror to think of. And yet- here it was, before her, the sight of trees lit up by tongues of flame, licking the wood into a crackling blaze- the bright, fantastic orange almost hurting her eyes, as with a groan of cracking wood, she saw the walkway she’d been standing on just that morning fall to the ground, to the feet of- Oh.

Letter

The numerous letters they’d received from friends in Asogate had been interesting, reassuring, even, but never had they made him want to join up; the rebellion wasn’t his place, he was sure of that.

Fire

She couldn’t stay. The mainland was- on the mainland, maybe, she could pass undetected. Hide as a human, and try to make a life in small farming town. Hell, she could even leave the country, got to Middenvale, or somewhere, far away from the magical ban. From who she’d been before the fire. 

Shadow

Morgann had, from a young age, known that ‘who they liked’ was a sorcerer. That’s who they wanted to be, and that’s who they were; despite spending most of their childhood in the shadow of the Astryan Magic Ban, they’d chosen, on their fourteenth birthday, to devote themself to Saieme, and the magic she was patron of. Since then yheir abilities with magic had only grown, become more powerful- more dangerous, for someone in their time and place.

So there it is! Nothing from Elora’s Narrative there, but i got all three of my other protags, so it is what it is.