MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Morgan looked up from the notes she had been taking: studying the records of councils past, the conflicts and plans they referenced; some were terribly outdated but others held pearls of wisdom that could still be carried through to the current day and struggles. While the work was fascinating and she hoped useful for the future, it was intensive and she found herself glad for the knocking (though concerned it might be the herald for something gone wrong).
"Come in!" She called, hearing Chulane's voice. One of her new council: probably the member she knew the least well, but one who had provided a very thorough plan indeed for the agricultural development of the Citadel and had impressed her. As he came in she gave him a small smile and motioned for him to sit in the chair opposite her, pushing her papers to the side for the moment. "Chulane. Do you need something?"
"Come in!" She called, hearing Chulane's voice. One of her new council: probably the member she knew the least well, but one who had provided a very thorough plan indeed for the agricultural development of the Citadel and had impressed her. As he came in she gave him a small smile and motioned for him to sit in the chair opposite her, pushing her papers to the side for the moment. "Chulane. Do you need something?"
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
