MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
Morgan nodded slowly at the question, the etchings of a smile tugging at the sides of her lips. Talking to this girl, so young and awkward and full of energy...it was a refreshing change from the discussions and dealings she'd had in the last few weeks. "In fairness, the palace has blocked some of it off." She admitted, looking about at the still-melting chunks of ice that sometimes went up higher than her eye level all around them.
The next words were relieving and bemusing at the same time: while she was pleased to hear that there was nothing wrong (well, not beyond the usual), Hester clearly had...some kind of admiration for her, something she had no idea what to do with. "Your nephew? You do not look old enough to have one." She commented, putting her hammer down and leaning on it, easily resting her elbow and watching Hester.
The next words were relieving and bemusing at the same time: while she was pleased to hear that there was nothing wrong (well, not beyond the usual), Hester clearly had...some kind of admiration for her, something she had no idea what to do with. "Your nephew? You do not look old enough to have one." She commented, putting her hammer down and leaning on it, easily resting her elbow and watching Hester.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
