MORGAN
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Let the only sound
"Oh, I can tell you're an Outlander." Morgan said quickly, not intending to be offensive but unsure how Oliver didn't know it was obvious: his accent (or lack of a recognisable one), the unusual way he used his magic, the fact she'd never heard of him before...she knew the signs of the newcomers, by now.
Hearing what the Ascended had done, she frowned; what was the purpose of harming a tree? She'd have to investigate further, as Morgan doubted the Ascended were the sort for meaningless vandalism, but she decided not to ask Oliver any more: she didn't want it to get out that she was asking too many questions about the Ascended.
It was a lot, but she had taken it in her stride: the world threw problems and opportunities at you, and you either responded or fell to them. Morgan shrugged and put her hands in her pockets, leaning back against a tree. "I think it gave our citadel the push it desperately needed towards the future. Things were getting stale. I only wish we could have had it before the Launceleyns arrived." But wishes were unimportant: what mattered was how they improved things now.
"The Hollowed Grounds is...hardy. The people there are impressive...frankly, because they have survived in such a dull and depressing place." The colours in the Hollowed Grounds even seemed muted. "Torchline is beautiful, but I have not had much cause to go there. I have heard it has issues with crime, so there must be something ugly under the surface." As for the Greatwood, she looked around and above them, at the verdant green surrounding the newly-made river. "...This, I'm not sure about. What do you think of this world?"
Hearing what the Ascended had done, she frowned; what was the purpose of harming a tree? She'd have to investigate further, as Morgan doubted the Ascended were the sort for meaningless vandalism, but she decided not to ask Oliver any more: she didn't want it to get out that she was asking too many questions about the Ascended.
It was a lot, but she had taken it in her stride: the world threw problems and opportunities at you, and you either responded or fell to them. Morgan shrugged and put her hands in her pockets, leaning back against a tree. "I think it gave our citadel the push it desperately needed towards the future. Things were getting stale. I only wish we could have had it before the Launceleyns arrived." But wishes were unimportant: what mattered was how they improved things now.
"The Hollowed Grounds is...hardy. The people there are impressive...frankly, because they have survived in such a dull and depressing place." The colours in the Hollowed Grounds even seemed muted. "Torchline is beautiful, but I have not had much cause to go there. I have heard it has issues with crime, so there must be something ugly under the surface." As for the Greatwood, she looked around and above them, at the verdant green surrounding the newly-made river. "...This, I'm not sure about. What do you think of this world?"
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Pockets full of stones
