And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
Hearing Weaver speak of prejudice, something stiffened a little in Morgan. She knew it would be easy to accuse her of bigotry if she explained her hesitation around the Ascended, considered whether it would be wise to mention this to Weaver now; she had to find a way to work around the offense her words were likely to cause. For the moment she just nodded to show she was listening, pretended she did not feel any different by the end of the stories.
With her mind now occupied, she did not feel much like making jokes about her drunken guards anymore: she only gave a waning smile.
Weaver's final question made her consider telling the woman of the Ascended threat, but for the moment she just closed her mouth and shook her head. "Nothing I can speak of for the moment." With that, she took her hand back and went to pick up her lantern, standing up and holding it to the light to see it as it would be on the night. "I think this is completed, now. Thank you for the conversation." Unless Weaver had anything else to say, she would step away from the table and back into the crowd, plenty to think about.
With her mind now occupied, she did not feel much like making jokes about her drunken guards anymore: she only gave a waning smile.
Weaver's final question made her consider telling the woman of the Ascended threat, but for the moment she just closed her mouth and shook her head. "Nothing I can speak of for the moment." With that, she took her hand back and went to pick up her lantern, standing up and holding it to the light to see it as it would be on the night. "I think this is completed, now. Thank you for the conversation." Unless Weaver had anything else to say, she would step away from the table and back into the crowd, plenty to think about.
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings
MORGAN
Base Code by Sky!
