MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
"You are close to Weaver?" Morgan asked, tilting her head; perhaps it was a bad thing that she was not more aware of the social relationships between many of the people in the Citadel, but she had always been too busy doing other things to spend much time learning about them. "She is a hunter, isn't she? Couldn't she come to visit if you wanted her to, in the Tundra?"
As for what she'd found up in the mountains...it was nearly impossible to come up with a neat and refined answer. It had been three years of difficult, terrible, wonderful struggle. Morgan took a breath and let it out again, trying to think of a way to respond that could even come close to conveying that time. "...I found...spirits. I found the water and the way it can speak to me." It was there that she'd mastered her magic, bending the snow and ice to her will to give her the means to survive.
"More than that, though. I found what mattered to me most, and it was the land I lived on. In those three years, I grew to know the mountains well. You can have a relationship with them." Whenever she could she still visited and Morgan liked to think if she ever lived long enough to retire, she would head up there when she was old and grey, ready to give her life over to the wilderness once it was time.
As for what she'd found up in the mountains...it was nearly impossible to come up with a neat and refined answer. It had been three years of difficult, terrible, wonderful struggle. Morgan took a breath and let it out again, trying to think of a way to respond that could even come close to conveying that time. "...I found...spirits. I found the water and the way it can speak to me." It was there that she'd mastered her magic, bending the snow and ice to her will to give her the means to survive.
"More than that, though. I found what mattered to me most, and it was the land I lived on. In those three years, I grew to know the mountains well. You can have a relationship with them." Whenever she could she still visited and Morgan liked to think if she ever lived long enough to retire, she would head up there when she was old and grey, ready to give her life over to the wilderness once it was time.
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
