[RQ] it looks back into you

Morgan

I will not be told where to stand
I will not be told what to say

"Mhm." Morgan accepted, a little playfulness in her tone that was perhaps too familiar, but she couldn't resist teasing him on this. The giant ice palace had been mortifying to her at the time; now she was used to it, but it was still emblematic of the Neron she had once had an impression of: full of himself, vain.

Agreeing that they had enough ice, she helped gather it and looked over what they had; all good, clear pieces in decent sized chunks. If Frey wanted something different, Morgan wasn't sure what it could be. With everything ready, she began to walk away from the Sea of Glass, considering their conversation as she went. "The extreme weather is the problem. I doubt most merchants would want to make their way through the Climb's climate then come up through the Sea of Glass. We would need...extensive work to be done."

Not impossible, but not something to expect in the near future.

Not by you
Not by anyone tonight