MORGAN
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Let the only sound
Thankfully, Oliver seemed to take the initiative and come up with an idea. Morgan kept the water held easily, finding that once she got into a rhythm with it it wasn't too hard, the water responding to her gently rolling it back into itself, allowing it to keep up some motion. She watched him move the earth with some surprise, eyebrows raised: impressive, actually, though she did wonder how the Fae would feel about the uprooting of trees and restructuring of their rivers.
She followed along as he walked, gently easing her hold on the water bit by bit to let it flow into the new trench. "Don't worry; I am practiced and can hold it. You are doing good work. Continue." Morgan would follow along with the water until the connection was made at which point she would let it go with a roar as it crashed down into the new pit; she clapped her hands together and stretched, happy to have found her powers weren't as limited as she might have thought.
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Morgan rolled a 20 for controlling the water.
She followed along as he walked, gently easing her hold on the water bit by bit to let it flow into the new trench. "Don't worry; I am practiced and can hold it. You are doing good work. Continue." Morgan would follow along with the water until the connection was made at which point she would let it go with a roar as it crashed down into the new pit; she clapped her hands together and stretched, happy to have found her powers weren't as limited as she might have thought.
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Morgan rolled a 20 for controlling the water.
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Pockets full of stones
