MORGEN
Come down from your fences
"You're very welcome." Morgen replies, releasing Lena's hand and taking a step back. He too glances down into the snow around them, but even with how the woman's feet (and bottom) had disturbed it, whatever else she may have dropped appeared lost in the white.
Glancing into Lena's palm, Morgen itches a hand up one side of his face to hide the crookedness of his smile as he shrugs. "You can try. She ain't the most—" Frowning the words die on the wrangler's tongue, as the unicorn steps forward with her ears perked and an expression on her face that said she'd never hurt a damn fly. Eyeing her suspiciously but saying nothing (out loud, anyway), Morgen silently wonders what sort of bullshit the mare was on about now as she began to lip lightly at the sleeve of Lena's jacket.
Glancing into Lena's palm, Morgen itches a hand up one side of his face to hide the crookedness of his smile as he shrugs. "You can try. She ain't the most—" Frowning the words die on the wrangler's tongue, as the unicorn steps forward with her ears perked and an expression on her face that said she'd never hurt a damn fly. Eyeing her suspiciously but saying nothing (out loud, anyway), Morgen silently wonders what sort of bullshit the mare was on about now as she began to lip lightly at the sleeve of Lena's jacket.
open the gate
