MORGAN
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Let the only sound
Morgan had been taking odd trips into the Hollowed Grounds for various purposes: visiting Deimos, escorting Neron to the shrine (once and never again) or simply going to immerse herself in the place and it's people, getting to know the potential ally or enemy. It was always good to know the people next door, after all, even if Halo and the Grounds were only neighbours via portal.
She had been on her way into Sanctuary when she had walked past a group of farmers having trouble with their crop laying for the new year: the ground was hard and dry, unyielding to their shovels; even just on her quick pass by she could see the men were exhausted. Some pity taking hold in her heart (she had, after all, grown up seeing people struggle with the cold, hard dirt often) she had stopped to ask if they wanted her help: they did.
It was somewhat refreshing to assist people who had no idea who she was. Letting the men go inside for a rest, she began to spray a fine mist of water over the field, gently wetting the soil without overloading it too quickly. This was a busy task, covering a large area, and she had to focus: Morgan stood at the head of the field, eyes closed, envisioning the heavy fog of droplets before her.
She had been on her way into Sanctuary when she had walked past a group of farmers having trouble with their crop laying for the new year: the ground was hard and dry, unyielding to their shovels; even just on her quick pass by she could see the men were exhausted. Some pity taking hold in her heart (she had, after all, grown up seeing people struggle with the cold, hard dirt often) she had stopped to ask if they wanted her help: they did.
It was somewhat refreshing to assist people who had no idea who she was. Letting the men go inside for a rest, she began to spray a fine mist of water over the field, gently wetting the soil without overloading it too quickly. This was a busy task, covering a large area, and she had to focus: Morgan stood at the head of the field, eyes closed, envisioning the heavy fog of droplets before her.
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Pockets full of stones
