blind eyes

Morgen

"Gotta take the work where you can find it, in King's End." Morgen says with a dry smirk. Had he been inclined to help because the pretty-ascended had been there? Sure, but what of it? "It's just outside'a'the sanctuary thing." He adds helpfully, though unbeknownst to him Jack had likely plucked the location from his mind already.

Grumbling under his breath if only because nothing would really be good enough on a fucking ship, nevertheless Morgen thought'd get the unicorn there in one piece. Taking the colt in and taking the lead rope from its halter but leaving the halter on, he slowly begins to remove the blindfold. "I'll leave this on just in case, but make sure he doesn't get himself caught on nothin'." Morgen warns, before stepping back and giving the bundle of hay a good kick to get the colt's attention and direct it toward the food.

Shutting the gate behind him, the wrangler folds his arms over his chest and sighs heavily. "This is a bad fuckin' idea." He murmurs, shaking his head slightly. "But I guess that's your issue now."

So saying Morgen departs the way he'd come in, grumbling somewhat as he walked down the ramp because of the hell it wreaked on his knees.

~FIN

Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get