~ Morag MourningStar ~
"There are many, who would not see this, or say as I do," he says, taking in what he sees and deciding a great many things. "But even with them, you are beautiful." The strange man offers a shrug and a lop-sided grin before sticking what would be a small cake in a pan into the coals to bake. "I understand what it means to be different, and have elected that the fact of such things would not bother me, or bias me." again he offers a smile. "That is a good goal, one worthy of you - I believe, no flattery intended, " those strange eyes meet hers for an instant, "A worthy one. My advice would be to not be so infatuated with looking for revenge that you forget to have a life. A life which the family you lost would be proud of you having."
Morag has finnished making the almost-tortia's and then pulls the rabbits from the fire. "Food is done, and I figure that when we are done eating we can go to the wedding, it will have started then. Better late then never."