The salty docks were one of the only places that were still safe from the invading spirits, making them something of a sanctuary. After encountering Aineias upon her return, Morgan brought her straight there while avoiding the town. Entering the docks' fishing shed for a moment, the samoyed picked up a pair of makeshift fishing rods and a little bag of bait. He dropped a rod and bait in front of Aineias, then cast out his line and dropped the bottom end of the rod into a convenient slot on the edge of the docks.
It didn't take long for Morgan to find a good topic to start with.
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"There we are,"
he muttered, focusing his senses in case any fish decided to bite.It didn't take long for Morgan to find a good topic to start with.
"Have you been alright? While you were gone, I mean."
He stared off into the ocean, taking some breaths to guide the currents toward the docks. "It's not been great here, and our numbers just keep shrinking... but somehow we've found a way to live through it all."
He still thought he could feel the stinging pain left by any of the ghosts during their assault on him; his memory of the event was, sadly, quite vivid. "I just wish those Tanglers all made it. Somehow... I feel as if they'd make some kinda difference."
The samoyed took a pause to reel in a medium-sized fish, dropping it into a bucket before casting out another line. "They're, they're all dead, though. Almost nobody's come this far alive, and I-- I feel so alone. Almost like I shouldn't have made it either."
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