mháthair x morri
@mpxmorrigan
She’s been without her mother before. Of course she has. Morrigan has never been a smothering mother, keeping the girl by her side at all times. The thing is, she has never been this long without her mother. And though she is fine herself and didn’t necessarily feel unsafe or lonely without the goddess around, it was the long months without even the slightest bit of contact that had her worried. Worried because, well, she’d never been in a position before where she did not know with quite solid certainty that Morrigan was fine.
Until now.
So when her mother’s call reverbrates through her very bones, she nearly drops everything to run towards it. Only she doesn’t. Because Morrigan was never a smothering mother. Morrigan has always given her the space to breathe whenever she needed it and the call doesn’t so much feel like something she should be responding to, not right this moment.
Still, there is nothing keeping her from going there in the evening, after work is done and she has eaten something for sustenance. She finds them easy, a murder of crows descended on the trees, guarding what almost seems to be a coffin of sorts, but she is certain her mother is not that. Because that is impossible. Morrigan could never die.
So she sits quietly, among the rest of her current kind, watching and waiting, ready to sit out the night and see if Morrigan will rise during it. If not, she’s more than willing to return the next night. And the next night after. As long as it takes to see her mother, to make sure she is alright. Conversation can be for a different day, even, she doesn’t mind. A glimpse is all she wishes for right now.
She’s never been without her mother this long.











