Peaceful Transfer

Morgan

Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go

It felt good to be back in the whipping winds of Halo, her familiar, harsh home. How Morgan loved it; in the Grounds and Torchline, the Flowerbirth sun would be wiping away snow and frost, but in Halo the cold grey sky seemed to refuse to even consider the possibility, ice lingering underfoot and gusts of crystallised snow still blowing before her face as she made it to the Citadel.

She was sure Deimos would be glad for her return as well; he had not made it a secret that he hadn't wanted her title, though from the fact that the Citadel and Council hall were still standing, she was sure he'd done well with it. It felt strange, approaching her own office and knocking on the door, but it was the last time she'd have to do it for at least a while, she hoped.

"Hello, Warden." Morgan said as she entered, a wry smile on her lips. "I've come to relieve you of your responsibilities, unless you have grown attached to them."

I've been kicking them away
Been hoping not to let them take control