And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
Winter had to be some Outlander name for Deepfrost, Morgan supposed. "You do not want to go to the only other village here." She said plainly, hoping Mallorie would take that warning to heart: Cannibals were not a good introduction to the Naturals of Halo. "Once the season is over, the portal will allow you to travel where you wish. Take heart. Halo is far from the worst place to be trapped for the Deepfrost." At least they didn't have monsters.
Morgan took advantage of the quiet pause to briefly stop Eunike and look over the snow beneath them, make sure they were taking the wisest paths: she knew the mountains like the back of her hands, but the ever-beating blizzards created an environment that could change day by day, new avalanches born in the night and waiting to fall. Eventually she seemed satisfied to continue, just as Mallorie asked her question.
"Pikely..." The name did sound familiar, though for a moment she was unsure why. "...I believe that was the surname of the man our late Spymaster was involved with. Adam?" Right now she held off on telling Mallorie of the man's fate.
Morgan took advantage of the quiet pause to briefly stop Eunike and look over the snow beneath them, make sure they were taking the wisest paths: she knew the mountains like the back of her hands, but the ever-beating blizzards created an environment that could change day by day, new avalanches born in the night and waiting to fall. Eventually she seemed satisfied to continue, just as Mallorie asked her question.
"Pikely..." The name did sound familiar, though for a moment she was unsure why. "...I believe that was the surname of the man our late Spymaster was involved with. Adam?" Right now she held off on telling Mallorie of the man's fate.
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings
MORGAN
Base Code by Sky!
