When Morgan returned to her siblings, Titan immediately saw a new happiness and a new warmth in her that could only mean one thing. He congratulated her roundly, then teased her cheerfully until Sol interrupted them, to ask if Morgan was going to allow her personal feelings to interfere with their quest.
Morgan forced herself to be as respectful as she could in reply, and yet at the same time, she felt like a chasm had just been cut between her and her sister. As much as she loved her, adored her, respected her, all the same they were very different ponies, after all. Morgan was a creature of passion, and action, and who worked best in the darkness, striking with the ferocity and the directness of a dragon. Sol, meanwhile, was the Sun-Blessed, the Dawnbringer, and a pony who acted coldly and logically, pushing her emotions aside.
And even when Sol gave in to her emotions and Morgan repressed her own, they acted as opposites: in rage, Sol would kill, terrify, demolish, and burn enemy and friend alike to satisfy her bloodlust or need for revenge. But Morgan would act with honor even at her coldest, refusing to harm the innocent, striking with precision instead of cruelty, always putting others above her own well being.
Sol plainly did not like this relationship, nor where it was heading: yet all the same, she grudgingly accepted Morgan's word and said that she would not interfere. Morgan was placated by this, and Titan smiled, hoping it was an honest sign of improvement in their wise and yet stunted sister, and yet at the same time worried that her words were hollow, and she was instead already planning ways to take advantage of Morgan's affiliation with a Templar of the Order.
But for now, Sol had decided to simply watch and wait: part of her was still honestly surprised to discover that Morgan had decided to take on a partner, and moreover, one who was so young, but struck her as fragile and foolish. Mortal lives, after all, were short: shorter still when cowards tried to pick up swords in an attempt to act like brave stallions.
Perhaps it was cruel of her, but Sol thought that Morgan was going through a defiant phase, or perhaps longed to join the normal lives of these mortal ponies around them, who they were all striving to protect. Perhaps she had romanticized them, or perhaps this was even similar to how a foal would want to adopt some little bird or fish or rat, not realizing how fragile and short-lived they were, giving it love and affection only to shortly experience its loss. But sometimes from that experience, a foal could learn about letting go, or to harden their heart against loving such fragile and weak things: Sol hoped that Morgan would learn the latter.
For mortal ponies were weak, and short-lived, and not worth their time and affection. She believed wholeheartedly that the ponies could unify, build a mighty nation, and she would protect that... but what she loved most about these ponies was their ideals, and not the ponies themselves. She would discard a hundred, a thousand, a thousand more of these ponies if it meant it would help inspire Equestria into falling into the step she wanted it to; if it would help these ponies understand how weak and vulnerable they were, and that they needed their protection, leadership, and guidance.
She only hoped that Morgan hadn't started to foolishly care about these expendable servants to her plan for the greater good.
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