And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
While Mallorie thankfully did not fall into wails of despair or cry herself off the back of the unicorn, Morgan could hear in her repeat of the words 'a dragon' something a little lost, a little sad; a thing in the tone rather than the words. She bowed her head just a notch and let the woman behind her have her moment to mourn, as if it would only take that long.
"..No." Morgan had to say, wishing she had a better answer; she did not even know what had happened to the bodies. Still, she could guess pretty well why it was they hadn't returned. "Dragons are...ferocious. It would likely be incredibly difficult for anyone to get close enough to get the bodies. I'm sure those that knew him lit lanterns at the festival this Leafchange, though." Or at least, she hoped so: at least then Mallorie might find some companionship in her grief one day.
"..No." Morgan had to say, wishing she had a better answer; she did not even know what had happened to the bodies. Still, she could guess pretty well why it was they hadn't returned. "Dragons are...ferocious. It would likely be incredibly difficult for anyone to get close enough to get the bodies. I'm sure those that knew him lit lanterns at the festival this Leafchange, though." Or at least, she hoped so: at least then Mallorie might find some companionship in her grief one day.
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings
MORGAN
Base Code by Sky!
