And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
After her time thinking in the mountains, Morgan had made her way downhill, intending to eventually go back to the Citadel, but as usual found herself veering towards the Sea of Glass instead. The shining, half-frozen water had always called to her; there was something about the place that felt heavy with the souls of those that had been there before her. Perhaps it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but she had always felt the ice held spirits whispering beneath.
She stood at the edge of the water, hands outstretched over it, making swirling circle patterns in the icy surface. Slow, meditative movements as she tried to feel the essence of the place, hoping to take that energy with her back into the Citadel, that the spirits residual to the sea might carry her to wiser decisions.
She stood at the edge of the water, hands outstretched over it, making swirling circle patterns in the icy surface. Slow, meditative movements as she tried to feel the essence of the place, hoping to take that energy with her back into the Citadel, that the spirits residual to the sea might carry her to wiser decisions.
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings
MORGAN
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