Morgan held her lantern out before her to look it over, but brought it closer when she saw the eyes of passers-by on it, not liking the thought of them seeing the object meant for her father's memory. It was one of the few sentimental things she still held dear, memories of wooden sword fights and long late night talks as she grew into a teenager where her father had laid out the land before her and explained how each detail worked.
[say]"He was here long enough to teach me what he needed to."[/say] She concluded, gently turning her lantern in the light to see how it changed. [say]"I hope if I ever have children they are open to hear my own lessons, though I have less to teach."[/say] Morgan knew plenty about battlefield tactics and history but she lacked her fathers ability to take that knowledge and craft it into stories, lessons.
Setting the lantern down to dry she looked over to Weaver. [say]"What do you do in the Citadel? I have not seen you in the streets before."[/say] She usually had a good memory for the faces that were every day sights. [say]"Ah. Are you a hunter?"[/say]
[say]"He was here long enough to teach me what he needed to."[/say] She concluded, gently turning her lantern in the light to see how it changed. [say]"I hope if I ever have children they are open to hear my own lessons, though I have less to teach."[/say] Morgan knew plenty about battlefield tactics and history but she lacked her fathers ability to take that knowledge and craft it into stories, lessons.
Setting the lantern down to dry she looked over to Weaver. [say]"What do you do in the Citadel? I have not seen you in the streets before."[/say] She usually had a good memory for the faces that were every day sights. [say]"Ah. Are you a hunter?"[/say]
