MORGEN
Come down from your fences
With the arrival of Longheat, wildflowers had sprouted up all the hell over the place, not unlike the rainbow sprinkles y'might have spilled on accident when tryin' to decorate cookies. Wearing a t-shirt that might once have been bright white but was now the creamy no-colour that came with sweat and age, the wrangler cast a glare up towards the sun, spit, and then removed his hat to wipe his brow with the back of his arm.
Morgen wasn't the sort of man to have many thoughts and feelings about things, and so as he moved his herd toward the ribbon of water he knew flowed in trickles and spurts up ahead, there really wasn't much going on behind his dusty denim stare, aside from thinking about what to have for lunch.
Not needing to use his body or his bond with the unicorn mare on which he rode to tell her to do her job, it was only as he caught sight of the man ahead sat down on a rock that he picked up his reins at all. 'Afternoon.' Morgen called out once he was close enough not to have to shout. 'Y'lost?'
Morgen wasn't the sort of man to have many thoughts and feelings about things, and so as he moved his herd toward the ribbon of water he knew flowed in trickles and spurts up ahead, there really wasn't much going on behind his dusty denim stare, aside from thinking about what to have for lunch.
Not needing to use his body or his bond with the unicorn mare on which he rode to tell her to do her job, it was only as he caught sight of the man ahead sat down on a rock that he picked up his reins at all. 'Afternoon.' Morgen called out once he was close enough not to have to shout. 'Y'lost?'
open the gate
