Morgan
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
Morgan smiled too at Deimos' rule for their training session. "Alright. Though you know, in battle, it is good to be prepared for anything." She was sure he knew that and was not serious, though; Deimos was by most measures more practiced and skilful than herself in war and had the right to request things of their training sessions.The worries that refuse to let us go
"Weapons are probably the better use of my time. I tend to find when I use magic, it is to protect or move, rather than to fight." She shrugged, not quite sure why that was, but it was the definite pattern in battles she had been involved in. Maybe it was due to the nature of the magic she held, able to move and shift and douse rather than harm for the most part. Morgan had always been comfortable with a hammer in her hands anyway.
With their session planned she dismissed him, happy to be back in a position to do so. There were plans to put in action, and the sooner she could act upon them, the better.
{FIN}
I've been kicking them away
Been hoping not to let them take control
Been hoping not to let them take control
