The world's a beast of a burden

MORGAN

And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden

Morgan fixed Neron with a look, one that said 'you don't get to tell me anything about these mountains'. Never having met the Eirachi herself, she couldn't tell whether what he said about her was true: before she let Neron out into the Tundra, she'd have to check with a more reliable source about the risk involved in sending him to make a deal with her. For the moment, she just nodded.

She had heard of Rexanna, though not of Sunjata: when the Flowerbirth came, she'd send someone to find out who that was. Make sure it wasn't some kind of conspirator. "I see. I have met the General of Queen Rexanna...he seemed to regard her well." This observation didn't really have much of a point, just a musing; she hoped her own subjects would have as kind an attitude towards her own flaws.

He agreed to go to the Grounds, so Morgan said no more on that matter; come Flowerbirth there would see if there was a shrine to go to in Halo. "...What is their incentive, to give you blood?" She asked, brows furrowing in a confused frown. "It does not sound a pleasant act to give oneself to."

And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us