a court of light and shadow

chapter 7(Mor)

Mor was still very angry at Azriel when she returning to the training room.
She didn't know what exactly happened on the Solstice night, but Mor guessed something had gone wrong.
She helped Azriel with that necklace. Mor knew it wasn't only a present to Elain, maybe for Az, it meant something.
That's why Azriel acted strange all these days, far from everyone- from Elain.
Or maybe Shadowsinger only wanted to give present Elain just because he was being gentle, or there was something else-
Mor shook her head. No, Azriel would never think about Elain in another way. Because Elain was already mated female, she was still rejecting bond, yes. But maybe once it would change. Mor didn't like Lucien, but she didn't hate him. She had heard about Lucien's past- and knew only one thing: that he deserved to be loved and not rejected.Mor breathed hard and opened the training room and the first who she saw was Gwyn.
The beautiful, young priestess was full of energy. She was fighting with Nesta.
Gwyn was moving fast, thinking correctly where to punch her and how to win.
Mor was standing beside Cassian when he looked at her and smirked, "Want to join?"
"I will let them finish," she answered with a smile. Gwyn's necklace was shining on her neck while she moved. At that moment the door opened and Az walked in. His eyes were on the young priestess- on the necklace.
Azriel's gaze met Mor's for a second, and she felt anger again.
Cassian looked between them, "Mor, you're red."
Her gaze shoots his, "Excuse me?"
"Your face is red," his lips lifted up, "Are you blushing?"
Mor hit him into his chest, "Shut up, Cassian."
"What's goin' on?" asked Nesta, beside her was standing Gwyn. Both were breathing hard."Nothing." Said Cassian and Mor at the same time.
"So, when are you having the mating ceremony?" asked Emerie.
"Tomorrow," smiled Nesta and looked at Cassian, who smiled back.
Gwyn choked into her drink, "T-tomorrow? Why you're saying this now?"
Nesta opened her hands, "Surprise!"
"You guys aren't wasting your time." Laughed Emerie. Mor slowly looked at the female standing beside Gwyn, smiling at her friends. Her black hair was up, sun-kissed Emerie's brown cheeks, turning them golden.
As if she felt, Emerie's eyes found Mor's. They both quickly looked away.
Mor felt that her cheeks were turning red so she looked at Nesta."Did you choose which dress will you wear?"
Nesta opened her mouth to answer but Mor held up a hand, "Don't say that it will be one of yours."
Nesta laughed, "Oh, no. Feyre helped me about dress-problem."
"Nesta, don't pick a dress which will have a lot of buttons. Poor Cassian will be a little upset." Whispered Emerie loudly.
Everyone laughed. Even Gwyn, who looked a bit nervous.Mor looked at the corner of the room, where Azriel was standing a minute ago. But he was gone.
Good. Maybe when Az will be alone, he will think about his mistake and how to fix it.
"You will come tomorrow right?" asked Nesta to Gwyn. She was quiet for a while, then she simply nodded, then, "I-i just don't have a dress—"
"Oh, don't worry about it," Mor softly smiled at her, "If you don't mind, I will give one of mine."
"Thank you." Answered Gwyn with a little smile, "Choose whatever color you want."
Mor bowed her head, she didn't bother to say goodbyes. Mor walked to the door, opened it, and went home.
"I will make her wear so beautiful dress, that even Shadowsinger will fall into his knees," Mor smirked to herself.