I'm not the only one
Who finds it hard to understand
Spirits, Mallorie mused, sound like trouble.
She wasn’t prone to belief beyond what she herself perceived, but Mrgan didn’t strike her as someone superstitious. Mallorie didn’t doubt that something existed out there, as Morgan stated. What they were, she was reluctant to guess.
Spirits it is, then.
Mallorie nodded at Morgan’s assessment of the other sense, but said little more. Listened to the captain’s words on Halo’s political state, instead.
“So the last warden was an outlander, like me? That seems…”
Odd, to say the least. Mallorie’s experience of leadership had largely been that the people usually demanded it of a local, rather than one deemed an outsider. But perhaps the politicking here was as practical as its people; making use of what - or who - was available.
Mallorie settled on, “open-minded” and tried not to smirk.
“A leadership that walks among the people, she said, carefully, “as opposed to standing above them.”
The palace comment came as no surprise. The building had been fascinating to look upon, but Mallorie knew icons when she saw them. The bigger the seat the more likely it, and not the arse upon’t, held the power.
She cast a look at their surroundings, still largely bereft of potential guards, and cleared her throat.
“The guard aren’t beholden to the warden, but the people. That seems fair.”
She wasn’t prone to belief beyond what she herself perceived, but Mrgan didn’t strike her as someone superstitious. Mallorie didn’t doubt that something existed out there, as Morgan stated. What they were, she was reluctant to guess.
Spirits it is, then.
Mallorie nodded at Morgan’s assessment of the other sense, but said little more. Listened to the captain’s words on Halo’s political state, instead.
“So the last warden was an outlander, like me? That seems…”
Odd, to say the least. Mallorie’s experience of leadership had largely been that the people usually demanded it of a local, rather than one deemed an outsider. But perhaps the politicking here was as practical as its people; making use of what - or who - was available.
Mallorie settled on, “open-minded” and tried not to smirk.
“A leadership that walks among the people, she said, carefully, “as opposed to standing above them.”
The palace comment came as no surprise. The building had been fascinating to look upon, but Mallorie knew icons when she saw them. The bigger the seat the more likely it, and not the arse upon’t, held the power.
She cast a look at their surroundings, still largely bereft of potential guards, and cleared her throat.
“The guard aren’t beholden to the warden, but the people. That seems fair.”
I'm not afraid of God
I am afraid of Man
MALLORIE
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