Morgan learned much from Veliuona. Too much, Sol thought, as she watched her sibling carve Velite runes into bones to help with repairing the undead infantry after a skirmish with bandits. Sol was concerned that Veliuona was trying to lure her sister away... and she was very frustrated with the fact that Titan seemed willing to aid the undead army himself in any way he could, although she put this down more to what she saw as his naivety than the manipulations or machinations of the undead against her brother. Sol, by know, knew Titan better than that.
But Morgan was different. In the past, Morgan had always followed her, admired her... and now Sol was watching her sister being taken in by a different sort of mentor, one who acted as if she better understood her, one who played for sympathy... and Sol was disgusted and frustrated by it. All the more so because she had originally encouraged Morgan into the enemy camp, in order to gain information and to possibly eliminate the need for Veliuona...
Now, Morgan was doing too well. And while it was good she was learning the magic and skills of the enemy, at the same time Sol felt... uncomfortable seeing her display such prowess in interacting with the dead. To control and manipulate them was one thing, but Morgan seemed as if she was capable of doing more than that...
And as if Sol hadn't noticed that paladin Morgan was so taken with slinking around the Velite camp and sneaking off to see Veliuona in the depths of the night. She was sure that Morgan was either overlooking it or perhaps, foolishly, trying to be 'supportive' of it, seeing it as her ridiculous lover perhaps 'taking an interest' or some other nonsense. Sol kept cursing the fact that she hadn't squashed this relationship when she had the chance to: this paladin was nothing but a hindrance, and she knew that if this kept up, then one day, the paladin was going to cost more than just their patience. Especially with how soft Morgan was with him, and how she continued to dote foolishly on him.
No. Sol would not allow this to continue. One way or another, she would wean Morgan off this darkness, and she would find a way to get rid of Veliuona. It was only a matter of time and logistics, that was all: the only reason they needed to stay on the good side of the Goddess of Cursed Shades was to prevent being caught in a crossfire between her and the Tyrant Wyrms. And since the Tyrant Wyrms had to be eliminated anyway... Sol thought the best that she could do was force the camp to march even faster towards their destination, to engage the Wyrms on the territory they had claimed, and let Veliuona's troops do the brunt of the work for them.
As a matter of fact, once they dealt with the Wyrms in Central Equestria, she thought the best course of action might be to split their forces. Then Veliouna could go her own way, and Sol could take her forces to deal with the other incursions. Perhaps she could trust Titan and Morgan enough to deal with a Wyrm themselves as well: they had to act quickly to drive back these monsters, after all.
And Sol wanted to ensure that even if they were being forced to lay down with dogs, they wouldn't attract too any fleas.
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