MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
It was not easy work nor was it particularly rewarding, but it had to be done. Even with the new gates and the tall walls in the Citadel, the Flowerbirth winds brought snow with them into the streets. It piled up against buildings and dug into cobbles, becoming ice with heavy footfall: that was when it caused issues, so it was best to get it early.
Morgan, Warden or no, had no qualms with doing labour usually reserved for the average folk. In her mind, her title only gave her power to make decisions when they had to be made, so her and her guards were out in full force (not that it was that impressive a force, with their recently dwindled numbers) shovelling and moving the snow, pushing it outside the gate. Where she could, she melted it down, but there was far too much for that to be feasible for the entire Citadel: Morgan was a powerful mage, but no one had enough control over their powers for that much.
Once they had gotten a decent pile going, she paused for a break, running a hand over her forehead and looking to Mallorie: the woman had proven herself to be a good guard in the few weeks of service she'd had and had forced Morgan to reconsider some of her biases about Outlanders. Walking over to her, Morgan began to help her shovel at the pile she was attempting to get through, which was admittedly large. As she helped, she asked: "Are you planning to travel outside of Halo for the Flowerbirth at all?"
Morgan, Warden or no, had no qualms with doing labour usually reserved for the average folk. In her mind, her title only gave her power to make decisions when they had to be made, so her and her guards were out in full force (not that it was that impressive a force, with their recently dwindled numbers) shovelling and moving the snow, pushing it outside the gate. Where she could, she melted it down, but there was far too much for that to be feasible for the entire Citadel: Morgan was a powerful mage, but no one had enough control over their powers for that much.
Once they had gotten a decent pile going, she paused for a break, running a hand over her forehead and looking to Mallorie: the woman had proven herself to be a good guard in the few weeks of service she'd had and had forced Morgan to reconsider some of her biases about Outlanders. Walking over to her, Morgan began to help her shovel at the pile she was attempting to get through, which was admittedly large. As she helped, she asked: "Are you planning to travel outside of Halo for the Flowerbirth at all?"
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
