MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
It was unusual for visitors to the Citadel to arrive in the first half of Flowerbirth when the cold Deepfrost winds had not yet entirely departed, though not unheard of; Morgan was only notified because it was a slow day, the rebuilding efforts going ahead slowly and not much else occurring within the walls except the steady hands of the people going brick by brick. She had been helping when a guard had told her there was someone approaching the new gates, holding something they couldn't yet identify.
Figuring it was likely just some Grounder who fancied an adventure, Morgan was not particularly anxious, but she needed a break so she headed to the gates, walked through the opening in the wooden and steel door and stood outside, waiting for the stranger to approach with her arms crossed and her body leaning against the wall.
Once he was close enough, she asked: "Greetings, this is Halo's Citadel: what's your business here?"
Figuring it was likely just some Grounder who fancied an adventure, Morgan was not particularly anxious, but she needed a break so she headed to the gates, walked through the opening in the wooden and steel door and stood outside, waiting for the stranger to approach with her arms crossed and her body leaning against the wall.
Once he was close enough, she asked: "Greetings, this is Halo's Citadel: what's your business here?"
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
