MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Morgan almost groaned when (who else?) Neron came to help her with the door, but kept on her usual face of stoic professionalism; there was a job to be done and she was good at compartmentalising when she had to. Anything awkward between her and the Launceleyn could bloody well wait until the right moment and right now, they had to lift the gate. With Mallorie going to grab the other half, Morgan looked about for Korbin...failing to see him now, she whistled for a guard to come and assist.
Between the four of them, they got the doors up into place without much of a struggle and thanks to the mason and Noah's now successful work, they slipped easily into place, workers on either side beginning to hammer in nails for the hinges on either side. Morgan allowed them all a moment's rest to stand and watch their hard work be fitted, but the task wasn't quite over yet.
Masons began to lift in and balance the portcullis, that involving more finesse than it did strength. "I was thinking..." Morgan said, turning to the group. "To memorialise the people we lost when these gates fell, I want to engrave names into the bricks that surround the new ones. I have a list...I think between us all, it should not take too long." Reaching into her pocket, Morgan handed out slips of paper to each volunteer, each containing neatly written guard's names.
"There are chisels in that box - it does not need to be neat; I am sure they will not mind." A sad smile on her face, she went to begin on her own list of names.
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We are skippingKorbin for now! He's welcome to rejoin at any point.
The final task is to help Morgan engrave names into the bricks.
Between the four of them, they got the doors up into place without much of a struggle and thanks to the mason and Noah's now successful work, they slipped easily into place, workers on either side beginning to hammer in nails for the hinges on either side. Morgan allowed them all a moment's rest to stand and watch their hard work be fitted, but the task wasn't quite over yet.
Masons began to lift in and balance the portcullis, that involving more finesse than it did strength. "I was thinking..." Morgan said, turning to the group. "To memorialise the people we lost when these gates fell, I want to engrave names into the bricks that surround the new ones. I have a list...I think between us all, it should not take too long." Reaching into her pocket, Morgan handed out slips of paper to each volunteer, each containing neatly written guard's names.
"There are chisels in that box - it does not need to be neat; I am sure they will not mind." A sad smile on her face, she went to begin on her own list of names.
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We are skipping
The final task is to help Morgan engrave names into the bricks.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
