MORGAN
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Let the only sound
Morgan had found that the main room of the Arcane Academy was quite a stressful environment to stay in. Full of families both squabbling within themselves and with each other, everyone living and sleeping (or trying to) and talking and eating...while she did not want to be the kind of ruler that deliberately separated herself from the level of her citizens, she also found it nearly impossible to get any clear-headed work done in the corner of the noisy, busy hall.
So she had gone up into the Academy, up into the rooms she had not explored before. She still felt the building was needlessly ostentatious (just like the Launceleyns), but just this once the large array of different rooms was a blessing. Finding a room with a desk and a candle that could be lit, she was content to sit there and draw up her plans, consider details and think in peace.
There was so much to be done in the next season that it was almost dizzying to consider, even for Halo's most well-known strategic planner. She would need to attempt to talk to Gods (a mind-numbing thought), travel to other lands, make arrangements, help with a lot of physical labour. In the quiet and peaceful room, with only the flicker of a candle by her side and the noise of the downstairs finally gone, she was beginning to find herself feeling rather exhausted. Just for a moment, she thought, I will lay down my head..
Thankfully, her ink was dry, because it was not long before Morgan was laying on her plans with her hair over her face, softly sleeping with her breath occasionally ruffling the feather of the pen she had been using.
So she had gone up into the Academy, up into the rooms she had not explored before. She still felt the building was needlessly ostentatious (just like the Launceleyns), but just this once the large array of different rooms was a blessing. Finding a room with a desk and a candle that could be lit, she was content to sit there and draw up her plans, consider details and think in peace.
There was so much to be done in the next season that it was almost dizzying to consider, even for Halo's most well-known strategic planner. She would need to attempt to talk to Gods (a mind-numbing thought), travel to other lands, make arrangements, help with a lot of physical labour. In the quiet and peaceful room, with only the flicker of a candle by her side and the noise of the downstairs finally gone, she was beginning to find herself feeling rather exhausted. Just for a moment, she thought, I will lay down my head..
Thankfully, her ink was dry, because it was not long before Morgan was laying on her plans with her hair over her face, softly sleeping with her breath occasionally ruffling the feather of the pen she had been using.
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Pockets full of stones
