Hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change

Morgan

the glacier

I'm king of the land,
I'm a ruler of seas

It was a journey she needed to make, even if she felt that those not taking the Voice's cure were stubborn fools. Morgan could not willingly hold onto something that kept others from recovering, not when she knew where to take it; following directions from those that had been to give lilies, she had ventured into the Climb with Eunike and a few guards. It had taken a while to find the waterfall, the spaces where the flowers belonged, but she did: with an almost reverent silence she stepped forwards to place the bloom inside.

She wasn't sure if she was expecting anything to happen, but she did watch for a moment. Eventually Morgan nodded, turned to leave and held Eunike's reins; she had done her part and those that had left flowers before her had too. Hopefully soon enough of them would that the illness could be a memory long left behind.

Treasures and crowns wouldn't mean a thing
If I only had a heart