MORGAN
the glacier
Now these days are feeling dark
We're struggling to figure out last year
We're struggling to figure out last year
Seeing Neron arrived in his dishevelled state, Morgan held back a sigh. He looked wrong, the usually suave attitude replaced with an odd pathetic scruffiness. Still, at least it seemed like she wouldn't have trouble convincing him to take the water, and she watched expectantly, hoping to see him stare down at his outfit in horror once he'd swallowed.
That didn't happen.
As soon as she saw him begin to bring it back up Morgan rushed forward to hold Neron's shoulders, her concern betraying to all around her that she was close to the man, but for the moment she didn't care. Grabbing the edge of her cloak she wiped the vomit from his face, stricken horror on her own. "I'm sorry, I...I thought it might be dangerous for Ascended. Sit here, please. I'll take you back to the Kraai myself soon." Guiding him towards a chair in the corner, she held both his shoulders for a moment, watching his reaction, then had to force herself to turn around. The rest of her people needed her.
Of course, that reaction from Neron did little to convince those that were already shy of the water. She heard Deimos refuse to take a drink from Zuriel and sighed deeply, turning to face him. "You should be fine, general. I've seen people drink it. Do you know Amalia? She fell into an entire spring of the water and was cured, I saw it myself. Neron..." Morgan looked back over her shoulder. "...I think it does not agree with the Ascended. But you? You will be glad you drank it."
The Hall was swiftly filling up with companions. Astra was next and not long behind her Loren, though in his lion form. Morgan had to hold back a groan, knowing that this would be difficult. As he slipped asleep she nodded to the Luxere and quietly took a ladle of the water from the basin, holding it out carefully so that Astra could take the handle in her mouth; it seemed she might have better luck than the Warden at convincing Loren.
That didn't happen.
As soon as she saw him begin to bring it back up Morgan rushed forward to hold Neron's shoulders, her concern betraying to all around her that she was close to the man, but for the moment she didn't care. Grabbing the edge of her cloak she wiped the vomit from his face, stricken horror on her own. "I'm sorry, I...I thought it might be dangerous for Ascended. Sit here, please. I'll take you back to the Kraai myself soon." Guiding him towards a chair in the corner, she held both his shoulders for a moment, watching his reaction, then had to force herself to turn around. The rest of her people needed her.
Of course, that reaction from Neron did little to convince those that were already shy of the water. She heard Deimos refuse to take a drink from Zuriel and sighed deeply, turning to face him. "You should be fine, general. I've seen people drink it. Do you know Amalia? She fell into an entire spring of the water and was cured, I saw it myself. Neron..." Morgan looked back over her shoulder. "...I think it does not agree with the Ascended. But you? You will be glad you drank it."
The Hall was swiftly filling up with companions. Astra was next and not long behind her Loren, though in his lion form. Morgan had to hold back a groan, knowing that this would be difficult. As he slipped asleep she nodded to the Luxere and quietly took a ladle of the water from the basin, holding it out carefully so that Astra could take the handle in her mouth; it seemed she might have better luck than the Warden at convincing Loren.
When the woman in the sky
keeps saying things that no one wants to hear
keeps saying things that no one wants to hear
