Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
"Wouldn't say rare. They're around if you know where to look." Morgen replies. Turning up the sheep-skin lined collar of his jacket against the breeze, he nestles his hat down securely onto his head as they make their way. Though he keeps his hands at his sides, he makes sure to stay at a comfortable distance from Isla to avoid that awkward accidentally touching-someone-hand-swing-thing. "My whole life, I guess, maybe even a bit before. It's what my Momma did, even with me in her belly. My Da was a trapper and trader. They weren't never together, I was just an accident, but it worked out for them to have an extra pair of hands around." Not everything had to be idyllic after all, and Morgen sounded perfectly okay with his parent's non-romance.
Just how much the cowboy notices is unclear, because as Isla flushes and changes the subject, he follows her lead without any hesitation at all. "Yes ma'am." Ahead, the unicorn snorts and the colt hustles along. "Ain't a life most want to lead. It can be lonely and the work ain't the easiest. Plus, not everyone gets along with the unicorns even though they like to think they do."
Just how much the cowboy notices is unclear, because as Isla flushes and changes the subject, he follows her lead without any hesitation at all. "Yes ma'am." Ahead, the unicorn snorts and the colt hustles along. "Ain't a life most want to lead. It can be lonely and the work ain't the easiest. Plus, not everyone gets along with the unicorns even though they like to think they do."
