Frost Flowers, In This Heat? BY Morrigan

It gave Mirage immense joy that the man did not see to care to unseat her from her perch upon him. She began preening with his hair as they walked, listening and vaguely keeping an eye on where they were at and the information that her ride had to convey.

There was a bit of chatting among the others, but Mirage didn't give much attention to the others. They had no useful information to offer. No more than she didn't already know, at least.

When they arrived at the cave, she finally let the white-haired man be. Swooping down off his neck and shifting into a warg. If there were to be trouble, one must always be prepared. And this place... It smells like death, she informed the party, a growling timbre behind her words.

Trotting behind Morrigan's children, Mirage kept a sharp eye on their surroundings. Keen to watch out for spiders or deepstalkers. They didn't need little things to worry about when there could be trouble in the mere thing they sought.

Entering the chamber with their treasure, however, presented interesting results. Mirage, herself - and to no great feeling of surprise - was fine. Asha'bellanar was even fine. The other child of her sister, however, crumbled to the floor like a useless pile of rocks.

Mirage flicked her tail, sitting down near the entrance to watch as others emerged into the chamber. Oh look, a disappointment. Her gaze, briefly, flicked to Morrigan though. I suppose he does take after you most.

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Mirage rolled a 4 and is unaffected by the magic of the flowers. She sits at the entrance as a large, beautifully colored warg - mocking her sister.