You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
"So what's the verdict?" Not unlike Kiada, Morgen is aware that, when you've just come across a stranger, there are certain lines you don't immediately cross. Sometimes you do, he supposes, and though he doesn't quite think he'd stepping over the line yet, call him curious.
'Ain't that I don't believe you, I just...never seen nothin' like that." He replies honestly, and though Morgen takes a step closer, he doesn't reach out. In his minds-eye he does, feeling the curve of her horns, imagining it not unlike a unicorn horn beneath his palm albeit a great deal thicker. He thinks the ruby veins must be quite smooth by comparison and imagines the tips being sharp enough to draw their own ruby liquid if touched too carelessly.
"Oh right. Them's the uh .. well, I guess it's in the name, huh?" The man lowers his chin for a moment as he chuckles, giving his head a wry shake as if to admonish his mouth for speaking before his brain could catch up. "Two s'far." Morgen replies, lifting his gaze. "Might keep lookin' for another, but at a certain point y'burn more energy than y'get from 'em, so.." Practical to a fault, Morgen can only shrug.
"Name's Morgen by the way. Morgen Walker." So saying he tugs off one of his gloves by placing the finger between his teeth, and offers out a heavily calloused hand.
'Ain't that I don't believe you, I just...never seen nothin' like that." He replies honestly, and though Morgen takes a step closer, he doesn't reach out. In his minds-eye he does, feeling the curve of her horns, imagining it not unlike a unicorn horn beneath his palm albeit a great deal thicker. He thinks the ruby veins must be quite smooth by comparison and imagines the tips being sharp enough to draw their own ruby liquid if touched too carelessly.
"Oh right. Them's the uh .. well, I guess it's in the name, huh?" The man lowers his chin for a moment as he chuckles, giving his head a wry shake as if to admonish his mouth for speaking before his brain could catch up. "Two s'far." Morgen replies, lifting his gaze. "Might keep lookin' for another, but at a certain point y'burn more energy than y'get from 'em, so.." Practical to a fault, Morgen can only shrug.
"Name's Morgen by the way. Morgen Walker." So saying he tugs off one of his gloves by placing the finger between his teeth, and offers out a heavily calloused hand.
