And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
It seemed they were both mourning their fathers; had Weaver not given this answer Morgan might not have felt compelled to share her own grief but with the connection between them it felt somehow safer. Adjusting her lantern in her hands to look at it, she said: "I mourn my father as well."
Nodding and taking some paint, watering it down to an almost entirely translucent state, Morgan began to add faint splashes of colour into the snow-stained lantern surface. "I am Captain Morgan Aristomache. Ah..." She looked over to Weaver. There was an obvious question, one that usually would be far too personal to ask a stranger, but in these circumstances... "How did your father pass?"
Nodding and taking some paint, watering it down to an almost entirely translucent state, Morgan began to add faint splashes of colour into the snow-stained lantern surface. "I am Captain Morgan Aristomache. Ah..." She looked over to Weaver. There was an obvious question, one that usually would be far too personal to ask a stranger, but in these circumstances... "How did your father pass?"
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings
MORGAN
Base Code by Sky!
