MORGEN
Come down from your fences
"Ayup." Morgen mumbles conversationally enough, though his focus is on the ground by his hands, where his fingers are working a piece of flint and some kindling into a warm burst of heat. "Spark-a-dark, where's my sire? Will I lay me? Will I stay me? Bless this camp with fire." No sooner are the last of this odd rhyme spoken, than a flame appears, gobbling up the kindling.
"Different kind of quiet, but yeah." Morgen agrees as he moves to fill the pot with water from the little stream. "The ponies can be quite loud, but it beats the hell out of the sound of'a city, I can tell you that for free." Mention of the Grounds has Morgen exhaling through his nose as he adjusts the pot over the growing flame. "Yeah, and how's that? I always thought the Grounds was a bit of a ghost town after everything." Everything being, you know, the war.
Shaking his head wryly, Morgen just grins as he adds their jerky into the pot before reaching around to fish some herbs from his bag. "Dunno. Maybe it's one of them..you know, tourist destinations."
"Different kind of quiet, but yeah." Morgen agrees as he moves to fill the pot with water from the little stream. "The ponies can be quite loud, but it beats the hell out of the sound of'a city, I can tell you that for free." Mention of the Grounds has Morgen exhaling through his nose as he adjusts the pot over the growing flame. "Yeah, and how's that? I always thought the Grounds was a bit of a ghost town after everything." Everything being, you know, the war.
Shaking his head wryly, Morgen just grins as he adds their jerky into the pot before reaching around to fish some herbs from his bag. "Dunno. Maybe it's one of them..you know, tourist destinations."
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