Word of the Day:
a complete rogue or rascal; a habitually unscrupulous person; scamp.
Perhaps the reason so many of us were scapegraces was because the world left us no other option. Many of us had no real taste for mischief—most had inherited our mortal parent’s desire for the calm, the mundane, the silent. Ironically, it was this race that had most ostracized us and forced us into the existence we knew. Our mothers were often Fae who seduced mortal men—men who thought they had somehow won the hearts of fairy women with their charms. The Morríganna were the byproduct of what was really just a complex, interspecies power struggle that each side believed it had won; how could we help but represent conflict with such a burden upon us from birth?
Probably could have had more fun with that one, but oh well…