Such the power for a mere child.Mirage went from watching the poor hopping warden to leveling her gaze to her sister. Lips peeled back off fangs into a canine grin.
Taking but a few more steps closer, she seated herself and watched with a tilted head. Her sister trying to reason with a brat. Such a waste. So little learned from their mother.
You learned nothing from mother, I see.She let out a wheezing laugh.
Or me. I prefer to let the animals raise mine.
Rolling her shoulders, Mirage allowed her shifted warg form to drop, rising from a crouch now in her own skin. Shaking her long, blue hair out, she smirked at Morrigan.
How'd this come about, then, dear sister?she asked, flicking a finger at the child.
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