Summary: Euphrasia meets Morro.
Warnings: Funky dream writing, Euphrasia's probably out of character
Prompt: "I'm not very good."
Extra: Wind duo!!! I'm so disappointed in myself that I haven't written about them yet. Ngl, I have not watched Dragon's Rising, so I'm making a shot in the dark on her personality based on the fanart and clips I've seen-
Mist swirled in mesmerizing patterns, curls and twists spun threads of blue-grey fog around creaky willow trees, whose leaves swayed easily and joined the haze in a calm dance guided by the wind.
Euphrasia squinted in an attempt to see through the mist, one hand rested on a nearby tree trunk as she carefully walked forwards.
She had never been here, wherever she was. Tree branches stretched overhead, the dark canopy cast a shadow onto the ground, making the terrain discreet. The wisps of a breeze knocked off her hood and played with her hair. Euphrasia held a hand up to stop any loose strands of dark brown hair from drifting in front of her face.
Up ahead, the breeze became a gale, which whipped hair and loose leaves and stray rocks around a centerpoint; a person.
There stood a rather lanky person, tattered green clothes haphazardly draped on their lithe frame, from which dirtied bandages peeked out underneath. Short wisps of ebony and emerald flailed around the jagged, almost hollow features of the person. The person who was looking straight at her.
Euphrasia's eyes bulged, and she froze like a deer in headlights. Their eyes resembled storm clouds, she noted as the stranger padded near her. The winds grew stronger and stronger, and she felt her footing slip from underneath her.
She yelped as the ground neared her face and dear destiny she was going to make a fool of herself — she was grabbed by the arm, and yanked firmly back on her feet. The winds settled.
Whoever helped her didn't let go for a moment, until they reached up and adjusted the messy hairs out of place on their head. She reflexively drove a hand through my hair, quickly checking that she looked decent and brushing off any dirt on my robes.
It was only then that Euphrasia took a glance at the person's face. An unfamiliar sharp face, ghostly green tinge coated their skin, and jagged dark green marks around the eyes were what stood out the most.
"So, you're the new Elemental Master of Wind, huh?" a rough distorted voice came from the figure.
"Heh, that's what it seems… I guess," she trailed off, nerves getting to her.
"I'm not very good- or was-" he stumbled on his words before sighing, "I wasn't a good person, and I used my powers for all the wrong reasons."
He stepped back, glowing eyes darted around in his sockets.
"If you ever need help with something, just call for me," he said, voice starting to echo as his silhouette began fading. "Oh, out of time already."
"Wait!" she tried to grasp his wrist, but her hand fazed right through him. "Who are you? What's your name?"
The person looked shocked. "I am Morro, Master of… well, ex-Master of Wind." He muttered before the wind whisked him away, the trees curled around and the gusts blasted.
Euphrasia bolted out of bed, sweat dripping down her face as her chest heaved.
"Morro… the one who rewrote destiny..?"
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Ok,
On one hand I believe applying Dream SMP logic to 100hrs seems a bit weird. They are separate things.. not everything has to go in the Dream SMP route, not all servers need to have Dream SMP traits.
On the other hand however.... I'd do anything for scraps of Socket duo (Grian and Wilbur) content. Bring in the revived Grian fanart. I'm greedy.
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