MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
"Noah, we have no reason to suspect him." Morgan said gently, looking across to her council member. She understood his hesitation around accepting Jace, their experiences over Longnight certainly not helping the desire to bring in outsiders, but so far she did not see a reason to doubt Jace's story, as bizarre as it was. The Gods acted in odd ways and when she looked closely at the man's face, she supposed she could see a trace of Zariah there. "It has just been a season, indeed."
She wasn't sure what that meant for Jace's mental state: was he closer to a three year old or twenty five year old? He certainly seemed mature enough in this conversation, but she doubted he had much life experience. "Do you want a room to stay in while you settle in?" Morgan asked.
As for moving Zariah's body, she nodded. "We can build a pyre shortly enough. Let's move her to the gatehouse for now - there is a table there that should be able to hold the body until we have the pyre built. Is that acceptable?" She asked, looking to Jace as she went to kneel by Zariah's body, getting ready to lift.
She wasn't sure what that meant for Jace's mental state: was he closer to a three year old or twenty five year old? He certainly seemed mature enough in this conversation, but she doubted he had much life experience. "Do you want a room to stay in while you settle in?" Morgan asked.
As for moving Zariah's body, she nodded. "We can build a pyre shortly enough. Let's move her to the gatehouse for now - there is a table there that should be able to hold the body until we have the pyre built. Is that acceptable?" She asked, looking to Jace as she went to kneel by Zariah's body, getting ready to lift.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
