MORGAN
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Let the only sound
"Your voice." Morgan stated simply, as that had been the biggest giveaway. In the short amount of time that she'd gotten to explore lands outside of Halo, she'd gotten used to the regional dialects and accents that resided in reach: Oliver did not have any of them.
Oliver's speech about Loren implied that he thought Morgan didn't like him, when that was really not the case at all. She held up a hand and shook her head. "I think I have given the wrong impression. While the Launceleyns should not have been in power in Halo, the twins are both friends of mine. Loren is even on my council." She saw it as entirely possible, maybe even necessary, to separate the power-hungry nature of the family from the individuals she had gotten to know.
She merely nodded at the news of the manor; maybe it would be a good thing to tell any new Outlanders that arrived, but other than that it did not interest her.
"Unicorns?" With a short laugh, Morgan put her fingers to her mouth and whistled. Eunike had been left to explore the forest as long as she didn't go too far and now she stepped through the trees towards them, her golden trims shining in the dappled sunlight. "I brought her here, but this is Eunike."
Oliver's speech about Loren implied that he thought Morgan didn't like him, when that was really not the case at all. She held up a hand and shook her head. "I think I have given the wrong impression. While the Launceleyns should not have been in power in Halo, the twins are both friends of mine. Loren is even on my council." She saw it as entirely possible, maybe even necessary, to separate the power-hungry nature of the family from the individuals she had gotten to know.
She merely nodded at the news of the manor; maybe it would be a good thing to tell any new Outlanders that arrived, but other than that it did not interest her.
"Unicorns?" With a short laugh, Morgan put her fingers to her mouth and whistled. Eunike had been left to explore the forest as long as she didn't go too far and now she stepped through the trees towards them, her golden trims shining in the dappled sunlight. "I brought her here, but this is Eunike."
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Pockets full of stones
