on the wings of a dream [Open]

Morgan

Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go

Morgan looked down at the sudden bleat, a small smile coming over her face as she saw Astra. While it meant Loren wouldn't be far behind (and she had no idea where they stood now), the little Luxere was sweet on her own merits. She knelt to gently move her away, when Loren came to do just that.

"Loren." She replied, watching his offerings come out onto the Shrine. The typical sort of thing one might offer to Frey; she found herself glad that her gifts didn't look drab in comparison. For a moment Morgan considered simply getting up and leaving, letting Loren stay to pray in peace, but she knew that was half an excuse to avoid an awkward conversation. Standing and with one hand absentmindedly stroking the edge of the altar, she asked: "Do you come to pray to Frey here often?"

I've been kicking them away
Been hoping not to let them take control