MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
Morgan laughed quietly and shrugged, knowing that she herself was someone that had often grumble about the volume of the local bards on a night: she valued her sleep very much and had little tolerance for those who would disturb it. Still, she didn't want to crush the enthusiasm of the young musician and supposed that might be a part of herself that was getting curmudgeonly and old.
How depressing.
"Then you understand your role as an artist." She nodded. Good to have youth in Halo that seemed to have their heads screwed on right, even if Hestor was just giving her lip service: at least she knew to respect the Warden.
Turning to open the door to the barracks for Hester, Morgan wondered why it was people felt the needed to pretend to not be bothered by the cold around her. She had thought her magical cloak was common knowledge, but it seemed not; for the moment she kept her mouth shut, thinking it may one day be advantageous to have the secret. "Would you like a warm drink? I think we still have some cups in here...buried under something."
How depressing.
"Then you understand your role as an artist." She nodded. Good to have youth in Halo that seemed to have their heads screwed on right, even if Hestor was just giving her lip service: at least she knew to respect the Warden.
Turning to open the door to the barracks for Hester, Morgan wondered why it was people felt the needed to pretend to not be bothered by the cold around her. She had thought her magical cloak was common knowledge, but it seemed not; for the moment she kept her mouth shut, thinking it may one day be advantageous to have the secret. "Would you like a warm drink? I think we still have some cups in here...buried under something."
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
