MORGEN
Come down from your fences
Snowballs? Out in the barrows?
It's with a world-weary sigh that Morgen finishes the last dregs of his too-strong coffee and saddles up Sweets. "Alright. Let's see what all the fuss is about." So saying he mounts up and rides out towards the Barrows where a small crowd has already formed. Cozy in his sheep-skin jacket and with his hat pulled all the way down, the wrangler surveys those in attendance. Only Lena was familiar, and, should she look his way, Morgen would offer her a polite nod and smile.
Remaining on the outskirts if only because he was mounted, the man reaches down to give Sweets' shoulder an appreciative pat which she acknowledged with the pinning of her ears.
Morgen rides up on Sweets!
It's with a world-weary sigh that Morgen finishes the last dregs of his too-strong coffee and saddles up Sweets. "Alright. Let's see what all the fuss is about." So saying he mounts up and rides out towards the Barrows where a small crowd has already formed. Cozy in his sheep-skin jacket and with his hat pulled all the way down, the wrangler surveys those in attendance. Only Lena was familiar, and, should she look his way, Morgen would offer her a polite nod and smile.
Remaining on the outskirts if only because he was mounted, the man reaches down to give Sweets' shoulder an appreciative pat which she acknowledged with the pinning of her ears.
Morgen rides up on Sweets!
open the gate
