MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
The water had not worked for Neron. In fact it seemed to have damaged him, the moment when he had begun to vomit a particularly distressing memory for Morgan: for just a brief second she had worried that she had killed him, that the water from the Old Gods was so poisonous to Ascended it could shut down their entire systems.
Luckily, it seemed that wasn't the case, but he certainly wasn't better from his sickness. He had occupied her thoughts for the last couple of days and Morgan had decided she had to keep trying to find ways to improve his condition. The Ascended couldn't simply be doomed forever now, could they? The Voice had to come up with some solution, or they'd find something coincidentally that would alleviate the symptoms, as Amalia had found the water in the Climb.
Perhaps it was foolish to try and force such an encounter, but she was getting antsy sitting around not doing anything. She had asked Neron if he wanted to come for a walk in the Fangs (told him they were going), knowing that the cool mountain air and crisp snow had always calmed her. Perhaps he couldn't get all the same benefits...but it was all she had for the moment. She also knew there was a shrine to the Voice, somewhere, in the Fangs; perhaps they'd come across it.
"Do you feel how clear the air is up here?" She asked as they breached a hill near the summit of one of the lower Fangs mountains, Morgan walking easily with a large stick to balance out her steps.
Luckily, it seemed that wasn't the case, but he certainly wasn't better from his sickness. He had occupied her thoughts for the last couple of days and Morgan had decided she had to keep trying to find ways to improve his condition. The Ascended couldn't simply be doomed forever now, could they? The Voice had to come up with some solution, or they'd find something coincidentally that would alleviate the symptoms, as Amalia had found the water in the Climb.
Perhaps it was foolish to try and force such an encounter, but she was getting antsy sitting around not doing anything. She had asked Neron if he wanted to come for a walk in the Fangs (told him they were going), knowing that the cool mountain air and crisp snow had always calmed her. Perhaps he couldn't get all the same benefits...but it was all she had for the moment. She also knew there was a shrine to the Voice, somewhere, in the Fangs; perhaps they'd come across it.
"Do you feel how clear the air is up here?" She asked as they breached a hill near the summit of one of the lower Fangs mountains, Morgan walking easily with a large stick to balance out her steps.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
