#naylar

I may have gotten slightly off-topic with this one, but I still tried to keep it within the vein of Barbara and Nomura help Morgana figure things out.

“In the name of Janus, I curse you!”

An ominous thud follows the yell from downstairs.

In the otherwise peaceful bedroom, a changeling, previously sleeping, opens her eyes.  She looks over at her partner who, as a testament to her exhaustion, slumbers on.

Nomura smiles softly at Barbara.  She strokes her girlfriend’s hair away from her face, kisses her forehead, and then slips out of bed in such a way that Barbara won’t be disturbed by her absence.

When she gets downstairs, Nomura crosses her arms and scowls at the one sitting on the couch.  “You want to tell me why you aren’t asleep?”  She snaps.

“Oh, it’s you.”  Morgana frowns back.  “Is—?”

“No, Barbara’s not coming down.  She doesn’t need to be up for this.”

The doctor got in only an hour or two ago.  Considering the length of the shift she came off of and the amount of times Morgana has called upon her to “fix” some issue or the other recently, Nomura determined she didn’t need to deal with this one too.

“Oh.”  Morgana’s lips thin into a frown.  “That being the case, I think I’ll—”

“If you’re having a problem, you will allow me to help you deal with it or it will go unresolved,” Nomura interrupts.  “You will not continue to bother Barbara like this.”

“The only one bothered I see here is you, Nomura.”  Morgana smirks.  “It’s cute how you think—”

“Go to bed, Morgana,” Nomura commands. “And remember, you are a guest here.  Improve your behavior or you’ll be removed.  Permanently.”  Nomura heads back toward the stairs.

“It’s addicting, isn’t it?”  Morgana speaks, stopping Nomura on the first step.

Nomura turns back, barely.  “What?”

“Her kindness.”  Morgana’s gaze meets Nomura’s own.  “Despite everything, despite the fact she knows it all, she remains kind.”  She stands.  “I know you, Nomura.  You crave love and belonging, as all my changelings do.  You can’t hide how you feel.  Not that you’ve tried.”  Morgana approaches Nomura.  “Do you think I haven’t seen the ways you look at Barbara?  The ways you act around her?”  Morgana stops directly in front of Nomura.  “The fact that you came down here to “deal with” me in a poor attempt to protect her.  You want—”

“She’s my girlfriend.  You may not understand what that means, but love does play a role,” Nomura cuts Morgana off.  “I don’t have an ulterior motive nor do I need one.”  She wets her lips.  “I trust Barbara and she trusts me.  I don’t expect you to understand that.”  Nomura starts up the stairs again.

“Will you help me try?”  The question leaves Morgana’s lips in a whisper.  “You’re right.  I don’t understand.  That perturbs me.  I am centuries old.  My knowledge is greater than most mortals.”  She stops.  “Yet, I do not understand.  When I see the way you look at her, and the way she looks at you, I do not understand.”

“Is this a trick?”  Nomura studies Morgana, but there’s nothing in her expression or her body language that says as much.

And last of these for a while, Eric's (non-biological) mother, Tara~

Art (C) Ghirko

I just had to draw him in his maid outfit. So much for a private joke when half the family turn up.

Eric has a new found love for his Allar form so I took this as a chance to use it... and show off his lil pointy nose. Done partially personally and fuelled for a contest.

Potential new character, a Naylar (Slizar) over at MassiveCraft.