I have my freedom but I don't have much time
The thing about war was that y'couldn't just press a button and put the whole damn world on pause while y'sorted your shit out. So it was that despite all the fucking fanfare and fighting, Morgen had remained in King's End. Shit had gotten pretty hairy for a while there, but in the end it had worked out fine.
Funny that. When you stayed outta other folks' way, they tended to stay outta yours.
Sitting tall on his buckskin mare while the herd of unicorns watered nearby, Morgen ran a hand down the back of his neck to wipe a bit of the chill away. The lack of sunlight had unnerved the herd at first, but unicorns were clever critters. Skittish, sure, but with Sweets to help him relay messages back and forth they did okay.
Well, until the shark anyhow.
Not used to smelling anything at all like that, the unicorns went right on drinking until Kaiden popped his head above the waves. The majority of his words were lost in the scramble of hooves and wary snorts as the herd moved as one big clusterfuck of flailing legs. "Fucking-" Morgen managed to get out as Sweets half-reared, pawing at the mershark before landing and flaring her nostrils in his direction.
"You what?" Morgen demands, glaring at the mershark from beneath the brow of his hat.
Funny that. When you stayed outta other folks' way, they tended to stay outta yours.
Sitting tall on his buckskin mare while the herd of unicorns watered nearby, Morgen ran a hand down the back of his neck to wipe a bit of the chill away. The lack of sunlight had unnerved the herd at first, but unicorns were clever critters. Skittish, sure, but with Sweets to help him relay messages back and forth they did okay.
Well, until the shark anyhow.
Not used to smelling anything at all like that, the unicorns went right on drinking until Kaiden popped his head above the waves. The majority of his words were lost in the scramble of hooves and wary snorts as the herd moved as one big clusterfuck of flailing legs. "Fucking-" Morgen managed to get out as Sweets half-reared, pawing at the mershark before landing and flaring her nostrils in his direction.
"You what?" Morgen demands, glaring at the mershark from beneath the brow of his hat.
