You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Kiada weren't the only one in need of a bit of heat and sustenance; so unsurprisingly she weren't the only one wanderin' through the Queen's Gambit. While it was true that Morgen's herd could survive off of ruffage, Morgen himself preferred not to. Times had to get real tough before he'd take a salad over a cut of meat. With two blink hares in his pack and a third he was trying to track through the maze, it was only the sight of a woman with her hands in the bowl of fire that had the cowboy stopping in his tracks. Not normally one to bother with the comings and goings of others, something about the fire reflected in the woman's bright blue eyes and the sheen of it on her hair had Morgen distracted from his quarry.
"Everything alright here ma'am?" Standing some 10 or so feet away next to one of the hedges, Morgen pushed up his hat with a gloved finger to better appraise...well, whatever Kiada was. Some sort of banshee, mayhap, or a fire elemental? Only as he properly drank her in did the wrangler notice all the blood, though based on the vitality he thought he saw alight in her gaze, he guessed it wasn't hers. This was of course both a good and a bad thing, he supposed.
"Everything alright here ma'am?" Standing some 10 or so feet away next to one of the hedges, Morgen pushed up his hat with a gloved finger to better appraise...well, whatever Kiada was. Some sort of banshee, mayhap, or a fire elemental? Only as he properly drank her in did the wrangler notice all the blood, though based on the vitality he thought he saw alight in her gaze, he guessed it wasn't hers. This was of course both a good and a bad thing, he supposed.
