MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Mallorie went to look at the shields available; Morgan looked her over and noted that some kind of sudden calm seemed to have overtaken the woman. Good. She couldn't stand a skittish guard, looked for in all her soldiers people like herself, balanced and forthright, sure in all things.
Perhaps the Outlander didn't realise what she'd said, but Morgan immediately picked up that she addressed the humans as another race, something separate from herself. "You were not human, then?" For now she kept her tone very neutral, though she worried where Mallorie's loyalties might eventually lie if it turned out she was from a people more similar to the Fae or perhaps even Ascended. Still, for the moment Morgan was willing to keep an open mind.
"..It is a lot of change for many." She agreed, thinking of the Outlanders she knew and how they'd described their lives being turned upside down. "...I am sorry, about your friend who died in the mountains. I wish I knew more." That was the right thing to say, she believed: truthfully she had not cared for the man when he was alive and had never wanted to learn more.
At least shields were something she was far more qualified to talk on. "He does. That is a good shield: you chose well."
Perhaps the Outlander didn't realise what she'd said, but Morgan immediately picked up that she addressed the humans as another race, something separate from herself. "You were not human, then?" For now she kept her tone very neutral, though she worried where Mallorie's loyalties might eventually lie if it turned out she was from a people more similar to the Fae or perhaps even Ascended. Still, for the moment Morgan was willing to keep an open mind.
"..It is a lot of change for many." She agreed, thinking of the Outlanders she knew and how they'd described their lives being turned upside down. "...I am sorry, about your friend who died in the mountains. I wish I knew more." That was the right thing to say, she believed: truthfully she had not cared for the man when he was alive and had never wanted to learn more.
At least shields were something she was far more qualified to talk on. "He does. That is a good shield: you chose well."
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
