The Fluta And The Bard part 11 - Morgans day

anyone feel just out of touch, with reality I mean and Like Morgan as a character? well if so I do hope you all enjoy this new chapter of mine. love, yours, -Kitsuko Dragonstar

Let's back track a bit and get a look into our dear Morgan's days as the brains of the adventuring trio.

Morgan yawns, waking up shortly after her victory against Kiria

“Did Kiria wander off?” She asks herself, shrugging as she gets up, heading to the bathroom of the lobby, washing her face, and heading out. Morgan wanders the town holding her arm uncomfortably as she is surrounded by couples. Looking down at the scars on her wrists, she shakes her head, looking to the sky confidently. She sighed to herself, a moment of silence coming upon her as she looked forward.

“I don't need anyone,” she says proudly as she enters a clothing store.

“Hmm… what to buy, what to buy?” She ponders and picks up a pair of thin red rimmed glasses that really made her eyes pop out. Looking in the mirror, she started thinking out loud  to herself.

“Woah, I look cute,” she blinked and smiled as she picked them up and left to enter another clothing shop.

“Kiria or Erika would never be caught dead shopping around these places,” chuckling to herself, she tries on various outfits, such as a couple of swimsuits. She then moves on to trying out a button-up shirt with dress pants, finishing it off with a formal-looking black and white tie, even posing in the mirror for fun. After having her fun, Morgan heads back to the Inn and changes to head out to go drinking alone. She was wearing a white button-up shirt, bold black dress pants, with her new red thin-rimmed glasses, and ruby red handbag in hand, walking with confidence as she enters the tavern and sits at the bar, ordering a glass of red wine. As she waits, she notices a group of girls getting harassed and hit on by other guests, but as her order comes, she pays no attention. As she takes a small sip, she pulls the glass away to admire the fine red liquid and swirls the wine in the glass, looking back at her scarred covered wrists. She smiled bitterly as she sipped her wine, looking back to notice all the girls nowhere to be found with one left sitting alone and drinking. Morgan stood up with wine glass in hand and took a seat in the booth

“You alright hun?” Morgan asks with the glass covering her mouth.

“Yea,” the women lie clear as day and Morgan just laughed bitterly.

“So why so blue and alone?” Morgan asked. As she took another sip of her wine, a mug of beer arrived at the table as the woman took a swig to lose herself

"Because…” she moaned. “I’m so single!” the woman complained, letting the beer switch her to auto pilot.

“But is it really that bad?” Morgan asked, taking another sip of her wine.

“It’s so bad! Especially when you're the only single one in a whole friend group,” the woman sighed as she blew bubbles into the beer. Morgan laughed a bit and put her wine down “Well, I’m single and I’m just oh so perfect and cute even if I’m not in a man's arms,” Morgan stated proudly as an independent woman.

“You shouldn't love out of obligation, but want, and honesty,” Morgan says wisely as the woman took another swing out of her beer mug. Once finishing her beer, she slowly placed her head down on the table and passed out. Morgan laughed. She laughed not out of mockery but genuine kindness and got up to ask the bar-keep for a blanket and came back to place the blanket over the unconscious woman, even paying for both her and the woman's tabs. After she grabs her back leaving, heading back to the inn, in the dead of night of a full moon. Unknown to her, she was being closely trailed behind and watched by a mysterious angelic stranger.

Author's Note

part 12s dropping tomorrow so get exided