MORGEN
Come down from your fences
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Morgen mumbles; if he was at all put off that Lena was a citizen of a realm whose borders actively killed his kind, he gave no notice. 'Name's Morgen Walker. That there is Sweet.' The wrangler adds, shifting his head slightly to indicate the buckskin mare.
Pulling back his hands once the glow had ceased, Morgen rubs his palms on his jeans before glancing down at them and wrinkling his nose slightly. "Sorry. S'all I got." Then, with a quiet chuckle, he adds: "Ain't that just like a man?" Shaking his head at what was not only a crude joke but also a poor one, he sighs and offers his hands out again. "Right, lets see if we can get'cha back on your feet."
Pulling back his hands once the glow had ceased, Morgen rubs his palms on his jeans before glancing down at them and wrinkling his nose slightly. "Sorry. S'all I got." Then, with a quiet chuckle, he adds: "Ain't that just like a man?" Shaking his head at what was not only a crude joke but also a poor one, he sighs and offers his hands out again. "Right, lets see if we can get'cha back on your feet."
open the gate
