If all should fall, it'll burn so beautifully
Morgan couldn't help the smirk and quiet laugh under her breath at Neron's clear disgust. Such snobbery had never been her way and it always amused her when she spotted it in others. "You don't want to start arguments with them before we've even settled in." She chided, though her tone was more joking and casual than anything else.
They headed through the door and she nodded at his question, then paused: was everything alright? She had what could be worrying news, though she didn't think too much of it at the moment. It would be best to explain when they could speak; Morgan followed him to the staircase and to a tucked away corner, the kind of place they might hide for something else if they were far bolder and carefree, but for now it would do for official matters.
"I received some information." She said quietly, voice measured and eyes checking around them. "A letter sent to Deimos, from someone in the Grounds council. Oliver. Do you know of him?"
They headed through the door and she nodded at his question, then paused: was everything alright? She had what could be worrying news, though she didn't think too much of it at the moment. It would be best to explain when they could speak; Morgan followed him to the staircase and to a tucked away corner, the kind of place they might hide for something else if they were far bolder and carefree, but for now it would do for official matters.
"I received some information." She said quietly, voice measured and eyes checking around them. "A letter sent to Deimos, from someone in the Grounds council. Oliver. Do you know of him?"
Morgan
