MORGAN
Morgan was entirely unawares of any significance to the day; she had risen and gotten dressed, come for breakfast then begun work much the same as any other. That day, she had been drawn into writing a letter settling a dispute between two market stall holders by the gates; one of the less exciting, but very necessary, kind of duties her position required of her. It wasn't always expeditions and grand decisions - it was often the small things that kept the Citadel ticking along.
The knock made her glance up from where she had just signed her name, the ink still wet. "Yes? Come in." As he opened the door Morgan blew lightly on the signature then once it was dry, folded the letter up deftly in her hands, briefly raising one to gesture to the chair before her desk. "Oh, you have the things for Frey - wonderful, General. Thank you."
The knock made her glance up from where she had just signed her name, the ink still wet. "Yes? Come in." As he opened the door Morgan blew lightly on the signature then once it was dry, folded the letter up deftly in her hands, briefly raising one to gesture to the chair before her desk. "Oh, you have the things for Frey - wonderful, General. Thank you."
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way
You couldn't have it any other way
