oh daddy dear

Morgawr was generally living in her own mind, her vivid imagination providing more than enough life for her tastes. She played with her siblings sometimes. She had characters and tales and arcs, half-plotted and mostly-remembered. Biggie's story was her first and most thought-out; she could probably summarize it best as: 'A girl protecting her parents and trying to go on an adventure but being thwarted by dangers'. It was a beautiful tragedy, in her opinion. Biggie was trapped by her own world. Sometimes Morgawr felt a little like that herself. She was occasionally struck by a lightning bolt of longing for a fantasy world.

Today was one of those days. She was wandering around, not out of the Armada's territory but not very close to the den either. She was never scared when she was daydreaming, so she wasn't feeling the least bit shy.