MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
As the man approached and looked up, Morgan certainly noticed something; a sense in her that felt she almost recognised him: still, she knew many people in the Citadel. He could have been a merchant or a passing farmer (though most hardy folk of Halo would know better than to dress so lightly in the Flowerbirth). Indeed, when he insisted it was his home, she nearly stepped aside and thought nothing more of it; then he addressed the tarp in his arms.
Noah appeared and while his question was a good one now that Jace seemed to be carrying a body, Morgan had a more pressing one. "That-" She asked, pointing to the bundle. "-Is Zariah Launceleyn?" The Archmage had indeed been missing for some time; Morgan had assumed she had gone off to some other land beyond a portal: if she was indeed over Jace's shoulder, it was sobering. While Morgan had never particularly cared for the woman, she had not wanted to see her dead.
Noah appeared and while his question was a good one now that Jace seemed to be carrying a body, Morgan had a more pressing one. "That-" She asked, pointing to the bundle. "-Is Zariah Launceleyn?" The Archmage had indeed been missing for some time; Morgan had assumed she had gone off to some other land beyond a portal: if she was indeed over Jace's shoulder, it was sobering. While Morgan had never particularly cared for the woman, she had not wanted to see her dead.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
