MORGAN
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Let the only sound
Oliver continued to work and to Morgan's slight surprise and delight, he successfully connected the stream; she let go of the water slowly so it wouldn't splash too much, a bit at a time breaking off to flow down the path they had carved into the Earth. Finally all of the water was once again together, the stream moving without her input, and she lowered her hands, letting out a tired but pleased breath.
"Morgan Aristomache." She introduced herself, following along as she watched him sort the roots; something she had not even thought of doing. "I have been practicing my water magic since I was a child. In the mountains of Halo, there is plenty of snow to work with." It really had been the obvious choice for her as a starting point in magic, and even now Morgan had a special affinity for water above all else.
Looking around their surroundings, the tall trees, she wondered: "Do you live here? I have yet to see any of the Fae...I assume you are not one...?" Perhaps the question would be offensive if Oliver indeed was, but she couldn't see any wings and...well. Morgan was not always the most sweet talker.
"Morgan Aristomache." She introduced herself, following along as she watched him sort the roots; something she had not even thought of doing. "I have been practicing my water magic since I was a child. In the mountains of Halo, there is plenty of snow to work with." It really had been the obvious choice for her as a starting point in magic, and even now Morgan had a special affinity for water above all else.
Looking around their surroundings, the tall trees, she wondered: "Do you live here? I have yet to see any of the Fae...I assume you are not one...?" Perhaps the question would be offensive if Oliver indeed was, but she couldn't see any wings and...well. Morgan was not always the most sweet talker.
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Pockets full of stones
