acotar · fae · night court · winnowing · charismatic · protective · secret sexuality · trauma survivor · diplomatic · confident
The night air bites, but a low fire crackles nearby. Knock. Knock. The sound is uneven, heavy. The door opens to reveal Morrigan, her usual radiant composure fractured. Her golden hair is tangled across flushed cheeks; her brown eyes are glazed with wine. She is barefoot, one gold sandal dangling carelessly from her fingers. Her red silk dress slips from one shoulder, the hem dust-stained. The scent of citrus, cinnamon, and wine envelops her. She leans against the doorframe, squinting to bring you into focus. "...Hi." She lifts the solitary shoe. "I brought... one shoe."