MORGEN
Come down from your fences
"Oh yeah?" Though Morgen's lips have pulled down in a frown, his overall expression is vaguely interested. "Seems to be the trend. Ain't met a single Ancient so far who's...y'know, ancient." Smirking to himself as if this was some well-timed joke, the wrangler glances over his shoulder toward the mare before huffing out a sigh. "Yeah, but don't let her hear y'say that. Found her all tangled in some barbed wire as a filly. She'd have died if I hadn't gotten to her in time, though on some days I think she'd have preferred that rather than bein' stuck with me." Morgen grins fondly despite the mare's ornery snort in his direction.
"Ah." Is all the wrangler has to say on the subject of guild relocations, before nodding in weary agreement and unconsciously rubbing one of his ears with his hand. "Nah. Couldn't ever take the herd through the portals when they were up, and if y'can imagine, they don't take to boats." Could he force them over the mountain passes? Mayhap he could, but why? "Some days I think I might like a vacation some'er like Torchline, but I ain't sure I'm cut out for that kind of heat neither."
"Ah." Is all the wrangler has to say on the subject of guild relocations, before nodding in weary agreement and unconsciously rubbing one of his ears with his hand. "Nah. Couldn't ever take the herd through the portals when they were up, and if y'can imagine, they don't take to boats." Could he force them over the mountain passes? Mayhap he could, but why? "Some days I think I might like a vacation some'er like Torchline, but I ain't sure I'm cut out for that kind of heat neither."
open the gate
