MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Morgan gave Mallorie time to think of her words, sure that the situation she found herself in was an intensely confusing one. When she did speak, Morgan stopped her shovelling for a moment to listen, nodding quietly to herself. "All I can give you are reassurances that the portal will not take you anywhere other than where you wish to be...and reassurance that this is your home now. You will always be welcomed back." A friendly smile graced the Warden's face and she tried to make sure Mallorie caught it, meeting her eyes.
"Maybe if you're bad at it." She said back with a smirk; while she knew that was rather reductionist, Morgan had far more respect for those that could make things with their magic, than those who only destroyed.
The cobbles of the street belong were finally beginning to real show and Morgan held out a hand to make sure the pile of snow before them was properly bound together and would not blow away, fusing the water particles where needed as she listened to Mallorie. "I promise Halo is not always as....exciting as it has been in recent seasons."
"Maybe if you're bad at it." She said back with a smirk; while she knew that was rather reductionist, Morgan had far more respect for those that could make things with their magic, than those who only destroyed.
The cobbles of the street belong were finally beginning to real show and Morgan held out a hand to make sure the pile of snow before them was properly bound together and would not blow away, fusing the water particles where needed as she listened to Mallorie. "I promise Halo is not always as....exciting as it has been in recent seasons."
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
