Divine Intervention

We're So Close

   Morrigeth sniffled. The cold was definitely still getting to her. She couldn't imagine dressing like Jasper in this  climate. She was once again clutching onto his thin, white shirt, riding the caribou to... well, Morrigeth wasn't sure where, but she knew it was where that wolves were. She wasn't too familiar with the particular form of slavery used in the ice sorcerer territory. As far as she could tell, though, it was huge. And legal. And the idea of that crap being legal anywhere made Morrigeth want to punch something. Her grip tightened when she reminded herself that the guy she was hanging with right then was okay with the disgusting practice. 

   In fact, she was about to bring this up when she remembered something else about him: he was helping her. She furrowed her brow. The two facts didn't seem to fit together. In fact, a lot of things about him didn't seem to fit together. She tried to feel his shirt through her gloves. Her perceptions may have been skewed by her life of luxury, but the fabric was sort of... cheap.

   "You're family's pretty rich huh?" she asked.

   "Oh, very. People pay a lot for slaves, you know," Jasper said.

   "You mean they pay a lot to own other people."

   "You Angels are awfully whiny, did you know that?"

   Morrigeth rolled her eyes. "Well, anyway, I was just wondering what such a rich guy was doing working in a stable."

   "Rather nosy, aren't you?"

   Perhaps she had gone too far. "S-sorry... Maybe I should just stop talking for now."

   "Well, hold on, now. I was wondering some things about you, too."

   So, it wasn't nosy if it was him asking? 

   "What's so special about these wolves, anyhow? You're going though an awful amount of trouble for them."

   Morrigeth looked down at her hands. "Well... they're part of my family."

   "Werewolves? Don't you have a Kaiara family?" Jasper asked.

   Morrigeth shook her head. "I was... ah... You've heard changeling stories, right?"

   "The ones where fairies kidnap a baby and replace it with a fairy child?"

   "Yeah. I was the baby. My mentor was born into the pack you guys have been messing with. So when he and the other Angels took me from that hellhole, he decided that they'd be my family, too."

   "Oh." That was all Jasper had to say about this? He turned around to look at Morrigeth for a split second. "How old are you, fifteen? Sixteen?"

   "Twenty-nine," Morrigeth said.

   "Oh... Really? Then you definitely wouldn't have been better off had - you know - that not happened."

   As if on cue, a chunk of Morrigeth's blonde hair flew into her eyes. Blonde, messy hair: a sign of Electrokinesis. Magical mutations like that were particularly prevalent among her species, and until but a decade ago the Kaiari were a race not fond of those who were different. Sure, they'd give a pass to Angels, but most Angels were unaware of their divine nature during childhood. Morrigeth would have likely been treated by her own kind no differently than the fairies had as long as they thought she was mortal.

   Morrigeth spat the hair out of her mouth. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

   Jasper chuckled. "And you speak of us as though you're any better."

   "Hey, at least we learned our lesson!"

   "Yes, we lost a valuable trade partner when you decided to stop selling your most valuable good."