MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
This girl seemed easy to please, which made Morgan smile in turn: it was nice to see that even throughout the pain and sadness there were souls in the Citadel that found joy in things, that could smile through the darkest of their times. It reaffirmed Morgan's faith in the spirit of Halo. "Then be practising. Once our council building is made, I will welcome you to play."
Hester had never used the portal, which drew a raised eyebrow from Morgan; she'd thought by this point most young people of the Citadel had tried it at least once, even if just from a ill thought out dare. "I went on a trip to the Greatwood, but saw no Fae there. The wood can shift and move around you and I believe they are a secretive people...but perhaps you will have better luck than I." She shrugged; she had not hunted too hard, to be fair.
"Careful, in the Hollowed Grounds. It is a place that has had more than it's fair share of trouble." Morgan warned, though did not tell Hester to avoid it entirely: those decisions were for the young woman to make for herself. Reaching forward to feel the heat coming off the cider with her hand, Morgan nodded and picked up the pan, beginning to slowly pour the liquid into the two mugs.
Hester had never used the portal, which drew a raised eyebrow from Morgan; she'd thought by this point most young people of the Citadel had tried it at least once, even if just from a ill thought out dare. "I went on a trip to the Greatwood, but saw no Fae there. The wood can shift and move around you and I believe they are a secretive people...but perhaps you will have better luck than I." She shrugged; she had not hunted too hard, to be fair.
"Careful, in the Hollowed Grounds. It is a place that has had more than it's fair share of trouble." Morgan warned, though did not tell Hester to avoid it entirely: those decisions were for the young woman to make for herself. Reaching forward to feel the heat coming off the cider with her hand, Morgan nodded and picked up the pan, beginning to slowly pour the liquid into the two mugs.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
