MORGEN
Come down from your fences
Morgen dirties them up and then some, opting to add an additional splash to each before holding out Fox's cup for the man to take.
And now the pleasant path these two have come to begins to fork. There are no trail signs to point the way, nor does one road look particularly better than the other. On any given day the wrangler would have left the decision up to his mare, but on this particular navigational issue Sweet's was uncharacteristically silent.
"No?" Puljling his coffee cup to his lips, Morgen's tone is more or less believably ignorant, if only because his mistake was quite genuine. "Must just have women on the brain." He adds with a shrug, and whether the next thing he says is meant to be manipulative or helpful is anyone's guess. "I did meet a new-ancient near the fire thing in the centre of the gambit a few seasons back. Key-ah-dah I think her name was."
Maybe that's who Fox had been after.
And now the pleasant path these two have come to begins to fork. There are no trail signs to point the way, nor does one road look particularly better than the other. On any given day the wrangler would have left the decision up to his mare, but on this particular navigational issue Sweet's was uncharacteristically silent.
"No?" Puljling his coffee cup to his lips, Morgen's tone is more or less believably ignorant, if only because his mistake was quite genuine. "Must just have women on the brain." He adds with a shrug, and whether the next thing he says is meant to be manipulative or helpful is anyone's guess. "I did meet a new-ancient near the fire thing in the centre of the gambit a few seasons back. Key-ah-dah I think her name was."
Maybe that's who Fox had been after.
open the gate
