To Meet Again

Morgan flickered through his book with vigor and stopped on the section on werewolves and he figured since Beacon Hills seemed like a hot spot for wolves that he should reread up on them to get an idea on what he was dealing with. He had has nose stuck in it for fair amount of time when Fenrir wuffed loudly to get his attention and he heard the bell rang signifying he had a customer and he noticed that Fenrir had abandoned his chew to sit up and loom over the girl from afar. He rose an eyebrow at his familiar’s behaviour and heard the slight warning rumble in Fenrir’s throat that most would miss due to not having acute hearing like an elf or even a werecreature. The girl was a teenager with long wavy dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed so familiar to him, but he could not place where he had seen this girl before and it was curious that Fenrir was showing his protective behaviour over a human and to be sure of that he glanced at her aura and yep so defiantly human.

The girl looked over at him and then at Fenrir before moving about the store. The girl passed by the books and stopped to look a the herbs and salves before looking at the various charms, talismans and stones which any typical store of this nature would stock. He noticed a little look of recognition as she looked at some of the items he had stocked, and he wondered just who she was again as he watched her over the edge of his book. She then wandered back over to the books and started to focus on them. Morgan glanced back at Fenrir and he was still growling lowly and looming and Morgan choose to roll his eyes before placing his book on the counter and getting up to approach the girl much to Fenrir’s behaviour, as he was pretty sure the girl was mostly harmless and not a threat to him at the moment. Fenrir was just a worry wart of a dog. He slowly approached her and cleared his throat and let his accented lyrical voice clear the air that was heavy with incense.

“can I help you find anything in particular, miss?”

Tag; Ariel Knight
Words; 386
Notes; Its fine lol Fenrir is on to her XD

Morgan let a single eyebrow slide up out of curiosity when he noticed the girl straighten up from having her head tilted while she examined the titles of the books he had in stock. For a moment it seemed like she was on guard but Morgan noticed that she relaxed quickly. He could tell she seemed distracted by the books, however he got the feeling his accent might have confused her a bit. He nodded his head letting his faux ash blonde hair fall around his face when she said “not really, just browsing” and he could tell she was telling the truth by looking at her aura. However he hoped she bought something as business had been slow today. Not that it mattered he usually had the whole group of giggling school girls coming in to look for love spells while batting there eyelashes at him flirtatiously. Not that those love spells would work nor that he would ever return such flirtations from some one of the opposite sex as he had not interest in them. Sure he was practically an Adonis or greek god like in the department of good looks, but he never really bothered with dating as he was waiting for that moment when the right man would make himself known to him. Regardless he did not mind people coming into browse out of curiosity as it lead to meeting interesting people.

The girl turned around as if she was about to say something when she did a double take and actually finally got a good look at Morgan, her mouth dropping open in shock a little. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to study his face and her gaze sparkled with recognition. His face was not the kind one could forget and he stood out in the crowd. He wondered if had seen his photo in the trophy case at Beacon Hills High School as he was Captain of the swim team back in his senior year in 2003. But he got the feeling this was not likely as he seemed to find her vaguely familiar, maybe she was one of his little brothers friends at the time before he left. Then the girl asked the million dollar question that was, "Where do you I know you from?" and it seemed like she was half asking him and half questioning herself as if she was trying to connect the dots in her memories. Morgan brushed a stray hair out of his face and let his face break out in a bright grin as he was close to asking that question himself.

“Funny… I was about to ask that myself… but at first in regards to you asking it I thought maybe you saw photos of a younger version of myself in the trophy case at Beacon Hills High… but I think that is unlikely, so perhaps you where one of my little brother’s friends back before I left”

Tag; @avalanch
Words; 492
Notes; He will in time!

Morgan noticed her giving him the once over and he did not pay to much attention to it, however if the girl did hit on him he would put her down gently but he was sure she was just looking at him to figure out where she recognized him from. Regardless his usual charming and friend demeanor was working wonders and he had pulled a smile out of the girl. So it seemed they where on the same page on recognizing each other, but still where from remained a mystery. However it seemed likely they both where determined to get to the bottom of this and to find answers. Morgan noticed when he mentioned the photos in the trophy case that she shook her head in disagreement and he already had figured out that much.

So that lead his little brother; Półmrok as the final theory. When he mentioned his little brother as a potential reason for recognizing him she seemed to grow more curious and soon fired off a string of questions asking, "Who's your brother? And what's your name? When did you leave?". It was like she was bombarding him with questions but he did not mind that much as she was just trying to connect the dots by gathering as much information as possible. The girl shuffled her feet a bit, perhaps even a bit awkwardly. Perhaps she was half expecting he would throw her out for prying, but their where worse questions she could be asking and having some one to talk to other then Melissa or his old man for a change was refreshing. Morgan defiantly could tell that the answer was on the tip of her tongue and perhaps even once he gave her his and his little brothers name all would come clear. So he decided to ease the madness of a good mystery as a best as he could and answer here questions.

“Well first off, my little brother’s name is Półmrok all though I am the only one who calls him that these days. Next up my name is Morgan and I left roughly a week after the Hale Fire…”

Tag; Ariel Knight
Words; 359
Notes; The plot thickens!

Morgan smiled softly at the relief that was apparent on the girl’s face, sure she has her questions but it was only natural to ask them when life presented its mysteries. After all Morgan had his own mysteries to solve. It was clear that when Morgan gave his answers that it just created more dots to the puzzle instead of connecting them. The girl clearly did not know of the Hale Fire or at least she was pretending to not know of it, but Morgan would had to visit that later on as it was the least of his worries. The Hale Fire was still a mystery that was waiting to be solved. Morgan personally suspected that cougar that preyed on Derek when Derek was in his senior year. But he had no proof that she was behind it, all he knew was Laura did not like her which Laura never really explained it much and never would be able to as she was now no longer with the land of the living. But it was best to not worry about it for now as he had bigger fish to fry, like who killed Laura, and what had happened to his little brother.

Morgan noticed that the girl seemed to recognize his name faintly and it was clear she had heard it before, but where from exactly. However when he mentioned his beloved little brother’s name she pulled a face as if she was trying to say it in her head which made Morgan chuckle lightly, his brother’s name was a mouthful and so very awkward to pronounce it. In fact only himself, Claudia and Branwen where the only known people able to do so. It was also clear that the girl could not connect the dots between his own name and his little brother’s. Well he figured as much as hardly anyone called him by his real name these days. It was always that damn horrible nickname that was a bastardization of their surname. However after a few moments had past the girls eyes lit up as if she had some idea. She seemed to mule it over in her mind before she actually put into play when she asked "So what does everyone call your brother?" Morgan paused as his little brother’s nickname danced around in his head as if to taunt him, he really did not like that name. This drew out a long exasperated sigh as he pondered on the best way to go about answering this. But he decided it was best to just roll with it and rip that band aid off even though he disliked that damn nickname. So he poke up begrudgingly.

“What most people call my little brother is a bastardization of our surname, which is… Stiles”

Tag; Ariel Knight
Words; 466
Notes; Its fine X3

Morgan could definitely see the curiosity growing in the girls blue eyes as he made the effort to take his time. He was a bard through and through, after all no good story got to the climax straight away. He chuckled amusedly at her exasperated sigh, he had her hook, line and sinker. The girl paused as if to think for awhile, perhaps she was trying to piece the puzzle together that was the reason why he disliked the nickname Stiles. She got her answer it would seem as her eyes lit up when he finally spoke. The girl grinned brightly and she seemed very smug and pleased with herself as she had finally put all her puzzle pieces into place. This still did not fit in with Morgan’s own puzzle pieces as he had yet to puzzle it out, but he would have his answers in time. He started to search his mind for why he recognized the girl and his little brother was the key. He furrowed his eyebrows as he flickered through memories of picking his brother up from Elementary School and those where filled with Scott and Lydia. But no girl with blonde hair yet. The same could be said for birthday parties as well, but when his memories flickered to the darker days of the Stilinksi family he started to get the clue. It was at the hospital, not when he was in it from the attack at the school, but from Claudia’s last few months of life. She was the girl who distracted Półmrok during that time. He recalled seeing her on the few occasions he went to make his piece with Laura glued to his side. He remembered back then he was glad that his brother had some one to keep him distracted from the waking nightmare that was reality.

The girl paused again to think for a while again, perhaps she was pondering on the same thing Morgan was. His brother had mentioned back then about the girl who had befriended him at the hospital, but Morgan defiantly had seen them playing together. That was when he finally recalled her name. he recalled his little brother going on about an Ariel this an Ariel that. His little brother loved to talk back then but in comparison to how he was now that was a fading memory of a dream. Ariel broke the silence that was becoming stagnant. Ariel finally said, "I know Stiles". She then went on and said, "we used to hang out together back when we were kids when he came to the hospital..." and Ariel seemed to pause as to realize about the exact time she met his brother and perhaps she had run into his little brother and had been informed that Claudia had passed away. She spoke up sadly to Morgan saying, "I know it's probably a bit late to say but nevertheless, I'm really sorry about your mom". Ariel was clearly being sincere, but it was a tough topic to talk about, it was something he had moved past but he had a new grief to ponder as he had lost Laura. He sighed softly before talking.

“Claudia’s passing was hard on the three of us… more so the old man and Półmrok… but thank you regardless”

Tag; Ariel Knight
Words; 551
Notes; Defiantly solved!