MORGEN
Come down from your fences
"What locals?" Morgen snorts under his breath before glancing around as if to say, just us chickens 'round here. "They don't go near that demigod sanctuary thing if that's what you mean." He adds with another shrug.
Deciding based solely on that one turn of phrase that, bullshitter or not, Morgen liked Fox well enough. So thinking, Morgen let himself be carried off by Sweets, content to let the mare bully the herd into submission while he acted like nothing more than a glorified saddle ornament. It all goes smoothly enough for which the wrangler is grateful. It's far too hot for fuckery in his opinion, not that there was a temperature that would make him happy about it.
Dismounting, it's with quick fingers that Morgen tugs and unloops the various leather fastenings holding Sweets' saddle to her body, and no sooner has he heaved it off of her, then she fucks off a few steps to roll in the grass. Setting the saddle down and then tugging a few bags off of it, Morgen plops a large blackened pot down between them before kicking together the makings of a fire. "Nah." He replies with a shake of his head. "My mama and daddy did it before me, but they're long gone now. I dunno if there ain't enough unicorns for it, or if folks just don't care as much anymore. I seem t'do alright, but I think that's just 'cause folks know me." As for the anything else bit?
"That Frey demigod started a brothel not too far from here."
Deciding based solely on that one turn of phrase that, bullshitter or not, Morgen liked Fox well enough. So thinking, Morgen let himself be carried off by Sweets, content to let the mare bully the herd into submission while he acted like nothing more than a glorified saddle ornament. It all goes smoothly enough for which the wrangler is grateful. It's far too hot for fuckery in his opinion, not that there was a temperature that would make him happy about it.
Dismounting, it's with quick fingers that Morgen tugs and unloops the various leather fastenings holding Sweets' saddle to her body, and no sooner has he heaved it off of her, then she fucks off a few steps to roll in the grass. Setting the saddle down and then tugging a few bags off of it, Morgen plops a large blackened pot down between them before kicking together the makings of a fire. "Nah." He replies with a shake of his head. "My mama and daddy did it before me, but they're long gone now. I dunno if there ain't enough unicorns for it, or if folks just don't care as much anymore. I seem t'do alright, but I think that's just 'cause folks know me." As for the anything else bit?
"That Frey demigod started a brothel not too far from here."
open the gate
