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It's not unusual for Morrighan to be invited to the occasional party, integrating herself into High Society every once in a while. More often than not, it does come with the benefit of free lodging for the duration - even as the invitation itself only reached her when she set foot to Slateport City, it isn't quite as unwelcome as it would probably be a much nicer stay than what she has been initially eyeing. Thankfully, the mansion is also located further on the edge of the Upper District, closing in on the nature surrounding the city and allowing herself a nice view onto the forest, with the sea in the future distance.[break]
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The party itself was lovely, only did she exit a little earlier than the end would truly be, citing fatigue from the long travels and the many things that she has been seeing during her travels - oh, of course, she would love to elaborate further during breakfast tomorrow, she would be certainly available to have some coffee and pastry with them, and naturally, if they would like her to stay for another day, she would ensure to recall some of the stories and fairytales she has come across. All such ...[break]
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How tiresome. With a sigh, she enters her room, leaving the lights off as she saunters into the darkness, getting ready for bed as she changes into her white nightgown. Sitting down on the bed, she almost melts into the shadows as the Chatot is already dozing off on the stand she has been provided with, and the Magearna blends into the darkness in a corner, too, a sphere as it retreats into itself. Exhausted her body may be, her mind hasn't tired quite so as Morrighan slowly turns to the window where moonlight is only faintly visible. It's quite a dark night, isn't it?

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