MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
"You have such little faith in him?" Morgan asked, a raised eyebrow and a little bit of amusement on her lips; she agreed. Loren was a good man, a great healer, but not a leader: as much as she hated to admit it, Neron had had more of that about him than his brother. Given that she had no more than a political interest in the Launceleyn family drama, she wouldn't tell Loren of Neron's vote.
While she appreciated the honesty of his answer about Eirachi, his candid speech ruckled up anger in her she had to fight to swallow down. "You see now why the position of Warden is not for those with large egos." She eventually said, managing to condense her rage into a bitter statement.
"Tell me how you were caught in Zariah's chains and how what you did ended that; I feel like I have missed half of this story." The family ties involved were so complex and abstract that keeping up felt half-impossible.
While she appreciated the honesty of his answer about Eirachi, his candid speech ruckled up anger in her she had to fight to swallow down. "You see now why the position of Warden is not for those with large egos." She eventually said, managing to condense her rage into a bitter statement.
"Tell me how you were caught in Zariah's chains and how what you did ended that; I feel like I have missed half of this story." The family ties involved were so complex and abstract that keeping up felt half-impossible.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
