Creating A Hive

All Ya Gotta Do Is Say It

Luna slipped into the dream. "Morgan?" She called out.

Thunder struck in the distance.

Luna flinched back in surprise. She couldn't see any lightning or something to that effect. The only thing around was a large decrepit looking mansion. Mansion, yes, for this was no castle.

She looked down at herself. She was wearing a tan blazer with a white button up blouse. Around her neck were two pearl necklaces, dangling off her chest with the angle of them. She could feel more than see the earrings- pearl also if Luna had to guess. She quite liked the outfit. It was much better than many of the other outfits she had worn over the years in Morgan's dreams. Even her mane was relatively left alone- just back in a bun behind her head.

Though she could've done without the slit carved into her neck. Lucky the neckline of the blouse covered it up.

"Morgan?" She called out again.

Again, thunder struck. This time sounded much closer.

Now Luna had suspicions. She went off towards the mansion. The mansion was surrounded by thunder clouds, with lightning in the clouds. Clearly the elements of nature had their fun with the place. If Luna really thought about it, she'd say it looked like Castle of the Two Sisters if it had been made of wood rather than stone. All in all, not a great looking place.

"Where are you, Morgan?" Luna called out. She flew to the house. The doors opened for her, slamming against the walls. "Morgan!"

Luna was getting annoyed by the thunder at this point.

"Morgan will you shut this-"

One more loud crack of thunder. This one boomed louder than the other's- harsher than it would have should a pegasus had kicked it. This was clearly the work of magic.

Luna was not startled. Nope, nu-uh. That scream had come from somewhere else in the dream. Yes, that's the only explanation.

"Was that you screaming just then?" Morgan's voice asked, snickering.

Luna turned to it. Sure enough, in the next room she spotted a figure. She walked inside. On a long gray couch Luna saw her- funny enough, the cleanest thing in this place, without any sign of decay or the elements. Morgan was dressed in a black pinstripe pantsuit. Under the jacket, was a white shirt with thick black horizontal stripes. Her black hair was in a curled mess behind her head. She had tried to contain it under a top hat covered in neon green fur.

Yet, Morgan herself was relatively unchanged. Her human skin was tan. Her eyes were golden amber. "Zup."

"Where have you been? I was calling for you." Luna requested. She walked towards a chair that had been conjured for her.

"You had to say my name three times." Morgan replied easily.

"I said it five!" Luna countered.

"Yeah, but you broke the line. You've gotta say it three times in a row- unbroken." Morgan explained. She spoke in a bored tone, as if she'd been explaining this concept before and it was actually annoying her to repeat it. "Geez maybe I need to integrate all of you to pop culture. This is actually sad."

Luna narrowed her eyes.

"So. How was your week, Luna the Caseworker?" Morgan inquired.

==CAH==

For hours, Luna spoke to Morgan how her week had gone. There had been nightmares for ponies near the north. A few troubled souls that needed guiding towards their true paths. Morgan enjoyed hearing the dreams themselves, the paths of truth seen through. She was smart enough not to ask for the names of the ponies in trouble.